Charity or Wisdom

Listen Up, you grey old goat!

Your racist ways are history.

Does that hate not sere your throat?

That grossly overt bigotry

never fails to offend

younger,

compassionate,

thoughtful men.

But since we’re here within this lodge,

I’ll try to muster up some grace,

abide the precepts of wiser men

and curb my urge to pulp your face.

I’ll maintain regard unconditional

despite your beliefs, so unlovable.

Peace in Flight

On this frigid morning,

I don’t even have to try,

To find the face of Buddha

Scrawled across the ice blue sky.

Lidded eyes in quiet contentment,

A ghostly Mona Lisa smile,

Lingers there in frozen heaven,

Visible, for many a mile.

An offered peaceful benediction

To morning travelers on the fly,

Writ on the vault, without intent,

By other travelers flying by.