12-27-13 session

Where Am I?
10-11-13

O, where is our corn and wine
O, where is our oil
To serve as our anointing and fresh sign
Swooned as the wounded in our streets
Where the city doth sit solitary
Hiding beneath linen sheets
O, where is our increase
Of produce and lambs
With their blemishes
Not fit to offer upon altars of gold, silver and brass
O, where is our bullock and ass
O, where am I without my fair lass....




Jell
10-11-13

Yet to congeal and crystalize
Are such words of the foolish
And of as well the wise
Yet to be seen as substantial and definite
More crystal clear in the good word
That inspires today many new songs
Written by my common ink
Of a ready and humble pen
For the sake of words alone
By which I am delivered from my lion's den
Yet to congeal and to crystalize
In all consistency...




Giving Of Thanks
10-11-13


Thank you Jesus
For making me just who I am
On another Dylan rainy afternoon
Of leisure and verse
Seeing another blessing
In what would seem to be a curse
In no need for a prerequisite nor to rehearse
Letting my pen fly as a sparrow
Making company with the dove
Taking up the sword of the word
That points straight to the love
Seeking all that lies within and above...




Darling
10-11-13

O, virgin daughter of Zion
The bride of Christ
Thou art something worth stealing
Like pirates at their own heist
Where thriving is our marketplace
And antiques are specially priced
O, lover what should I compare thee to today
But a miracle of where believing is seeing
O, darling
O, my only lover
How should I describe thee
Amongst all splendor and illumination
We can but percieve by fleshly senses here now and today
For the sake of itself...





Buttress
10-11-13

Yet to buttress and to encourage
One that is weak in the faith
But strong while in this faith
Exercised by he whom applies it to life
Yet to be as a pillar and a grove
By the mystery of another garlic clove
Yet to prop up and support
With words that doth admonish and exhort
With my only agenda today of smoke and tea
And as well the discovery
Again of the real me...



One, Two, Three
10-11-13

Nestorians only believe of the two
Where we believe in three
Saying a blessing upon the falling rain
To bless my main tree
Saying a blessing upon these pens
That are extensions of what lies deep
Like the roots of the real me
Where the Nestorians only believe in the two
Where one is the lonliest number
Approaching these holidays
Of remembrance of that which is you...




Prayer For Manna
10-11-13

Today I pray for the manna
Seeing it as a safe request to make
By way of this humble pen
As when one writes it down
There is a better chance for such success today
Praying for the quails
In knowing that God's love never fails
Where today I pray for manna
To see that there is no consequence in asking...




My Study
10-11-13

Studying today the art of love
In all knowledge and utterance
That comes from within and above
Getting up in the morning
To stand by my king
Allowing my voice to be poured forth as I sing
Studying today the roots that reach deep from the tree
On another rainy afternoon
Where I can coe to know the real me
Yet to reiterate those lyrics
That sreve as stepping stones
From this brook of affliction
That will be today our joy
Where tears run down day and night...




My Paint Box
10-11-13

Yet to paint white my plywood fence
Not in the form of hues one can see
Nor of such try to make sense
Taking up idle brushes
As if they were pens
Where the great father rooster
Calls home all of his hens
Where many are fallen by the sword
In thousands
In hundreds and fifties and in tens
Not according to any verse I can remember
In the day of his fury
Where thou hast not pitied....