Darryl Willis

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It was in the crimson dawn
when the angel shed his wings;
fell like lightening to the ground
bringing death and mournful song.
Flashing light, binding smoke,
love and peace obscured and lost.
Those awake will never sleep
and those who slept never woke.
Were you a bright and morning star
or a black hole that swallows all?
Your greed subsumes what you survey,
and leaves behind the ravaged earth.
You say you’d rather rule in hell?
You think too highly of yourself.

© Darryl Willis, July 2022

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I make my rounds in the night
to pull down shades against the dark
as if to hide the fading light
within the house, within my heart.

Explore the corridors of mind
in this, my quiet, lonely place.
Scratch out some tired and withered line,
calculate the space from space.

My friends are specters, silent shades,
who visit as the daylight fades:
Hutzul, Cossack, Kobzar play
their haunting tunes until the day
filters through and I’m still here
broken by their ghostly tears.

© Darryl Willis, July 2022

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broken prayers rise
like incense burning
in the night

souls aflame
bodies burning
we hide our faces
buried in graves
made from hands
crying out
in the dark
while the wheels
of violence
grind and turn
inevitable monotonous
mindless hatred dropping
from the skies above
broken homes
broken dreams
breaking will to breathe

hear our broken prayers
like incense rising
in the night once again

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ἐκεῖ συναχθήσονται οἱ ἀετοί*

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dreams descend
into the night
death breaks out
with the dawn
abandon hope
when you wake
dance upon
the broken ground

evening sings
its hateful song
white flags turn black
while kettles brew
and hatred dives
down from the skies
and feasts: a wake
in mourning’s dew

*there will be gathered the vultures

©2022 by Darryl Willis

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This evening over here is
their morning over there. Father,
please protect them in their day
as we close our eyes tonight.
In our restless sleeping, would
you allow our dreams of peace
to rise like holy incense burning?
And when we wake up in the dark
let the names of our dear ones
be in our hearts and on our tongues.

Hear our prayers, Father God.
Grant them safety and escape;
rescue them and save them from
the evil one and evil done by men.
And let your kingdom come — that is,
your will be done on Earth and in
Ukraine. Your will be done right here
and now as it is done in heaven.
Your kingdom is the rule of love,
Veemyay Isusa Christa, Amin

© Darryl Willis, April 2022

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для Саша, Марина, Костя

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good morning in the evening
i wish you joy in the weeping

i will not end my watch this night

in the middle of my grieving
when i fall into sleeping

silent prayers recite

what news will greet me in the dawning
eyes are heavy from the mourning
heart is filled with voiceless longing
a cry for peace and justice turning

to set the world to right

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Darryl Willis

Darryl Willis

Has worked in non-profits for 40 years and is currently a Regional Director for an international non-profit. He holds an MA in Biblical text.