first light
bird-song quiet, on
stony boulevards

first full day
9,000 kilometers from
mundane, work-a-day
safety’s precinct

here, chock-a-block
chronicle upon saga
via emperor or tyrant
aside the holy see

silent, stony narrative
speaks beneath foot
behind glass, illuminating
brutality of faith

photo and poem (c) by DC Lessoway

If you must
perpetuate narrow constraints of:
sexual preference
manner of dress
manner of worship
where and how to live
whole or partial limbed
whole or partial mental abilities

if you must
begin a sentence with:
“I’m not a racist but…”

if you must
use the third person plural
“they” when speaking
of a singular act or person

if you must
believe bad people
are the majority
rather than this clear truth
they are a tiny percentage

If you must
teach your children
to fear
to hate
to judge
to reject

if you must


please find another friend
please go your own way
as I will mine

because while

my path, not perfect
is rough, filled with potholes
such as life will be

without such hate
without such exclusion
such constraints

my life
is freer
is engaging, alive
with more smiles
more compassion
more love
more life!

© by DC Lessoway

expounded by words
is not where the spirit has voice
ensconced in an edifice
is not where the spirit dwells
enmeshed in a group or organization
is not where the spirit finds leadership
exhibited by ritual
is not where the spirit parades

exclusive to the individual
is where the spirit arises
enfolded in the heart
is where the spirit abides
engaging faithful humility
is where the spirit thrives
encouraging compassionate action
is where the spirit takes flight

© 2013 by DC Lessoway

in tears because
the innocent have to die
in this country, theirs, and others

in tears because
many put gifts above
their own happiness
their own needs

in tears because
politicians, like children
bicker, squabble, then smiling
stand on the wreckage
of a once beautiful country

In tears because
Aboriginal peoples struggle, still
yet their pride rises, rises
as they stand, together
to oppose the rehashed onslaught

and then, in tears because
the season brings
kind, soft truths of hope, goodwill
closeness of family, friends, good people

in tears because
beside my arm, my heart
my kind wife beams
lays her head on my shoulder
as we plan our day, week, our life

in tears because
I look into my heart
find there upstanding, the egregious, the middling
and stumble upon love, forgiveness, joy
happy in the light and dark both

© 2012 by DC Lessoway