A Christmas Thought

I believe love will win the day

 have you ever considered the rock
strong and seemingly impenetrable
stands unalterable by your hand

have you considered the water
how you can dip your hand through it and it envelopes you

have you seen the shore where the rock meets the sea

have you the time to consider how that which gave way to your gentle touch and infused you with its life has taken the hard impenetrable stone and suffered to gradually smooth it to pebble and eventually sand

I believe love will win the day because hate is exhaustible and love, in the true heart, is not.

Peace be with you and yours

559908_447538325307825_1479761323_nwritten by Scott Schoffstall
© December 24, 2010
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Poetic Sojourn





in our name (the Pyrrhic victor)

oh dear one so bright and new
how do I explain this world to you
we’ve turned our face from the light above
blinding our minds to the sight of love

once we cared for our little ones like you
now we teach everything and nothing are true
confuse and abuse you to chill and become
cold from self, will freeze a tender heart numb

we’ll twist you that way and twist you this
use your friends to push you into our abyss
from program to programmed, all day in our spell
til open minds enclose within our comfy cell

you’ll do as your told, your soul will be sold
you’ll give us your little ones before they’re too old
while still in make believe, it’s easily understood
our pixie dust will turn what’s evil into good

but only ill comes from this nefarious course
and we’ll be there with denial to deflect from its source
giving no other outlet than what they’ve been taught
lash out, make them suffer, make them pay from what’s wrought

Remember, learn, act

Remember, learn, act

written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 15, 2012
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Poetic Sojourn

be still the dream

when we mourn, we are the impostor
we mourn ourselves
we mourn relationship

jazz has it right
at first there’s sorrow
just for the while
to goodbye

then we party
because those we miss
are free
free to be

have you ever had the dream
you knew was real
then woke to find it dream?

be still
you’ve not awoke yet


written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 12, 2012
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Poetic Sojourn