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On II Corinthians 12:6
9-18-13

O, how our abundance is real
Where our lack is merely an illusion
Seeing this cup of coffee three quarters full
In another grandeous delusion
Thinking to be someone of prominence
And it turns out
One is right to think highly
Of one's achievements
But he will not boast
Because it is more than being proud
To do what is on one's heart
Unto those less fortunate
O, how our abundance is real....




Root
9-18-13

Going deep into the root of creation
I seek out being
But sometimes am content with mild elation
Satisfied with well being
More in that it's not about chasing it
While growing into a cedar taller
And more mature
Callow and green in unfledged
Stages of one's memory
Of this guidance still in action
Like a ripple that does not stop at the brink
Being thirty-seven months without my drink
And I want to keep it this way....





Last Is First
9-17-13

The poet puts himself last today
To end up getting ahead
Where he is alive with Christ
And therefore quite dead
With one's life hidden
In she whom is always birthing
Like our latest new ideas we come up with
In pushing forward towards the mark
By the half light of what was once in the dark
Where I assist such a labor
In spewing ink upon these pages
As my gesture of the love at hand....





Measure
9-18-13

O, with eight quarts to the peck
Today I play rummy with a three quarter deck
According to the judgment of higher esteem
Held in feeble hands in remembrance of last night's dream
Looking back on childhood excavations
Of crème filed doughnuts
And mint chocolate chip ice cream
Of our sixteen drams to the ounce
As such labels involving new words
I hope to relinquish and renounce
Just because such means more to me
Than just a measurement...