Sun Rays

Sun rays, like liquid gold,

pour generously over winter-beaten skin.

A welcome feeling ~ a long time coming.

Like slow streams of hot honey pouring,

it melts away any thoughts laced with gloom and gray.

Delightful in all its radiance, is the sun.

So large you can almost touch it,

yet, so far away, almost a figment of a very vivid imagination.

But real, for its heat easily radiates,

through skin that has been craving its burn.

A searing reminder of its magnificence,

igniting souls from within ~ as only the sun can do.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Fear’s Ride

The power of fear is so overwhelming,

this I know firsthand.

I’ve allowed it to control a big part of my life,

but finally, I understand.

Fear firmly plants you in your tracks,

no movement in any direction.

Before you know it, you’ve grown accustomed,

to the illusion of its protection.

Fear masters so much false deception,

while entangling one in its throes.

How does one get off this delusional ride?

Where will it stop? Nobody knows.

At last, I’ve gotten off this ride,

and I will not get on again.

The next time fear disguises itself,

and deceitfully invites me in,

By Sylvia Porter-Hall