reliquary

Reliquary
12-13-12


In my reliquary and feretory
Are the relics of the time at hand
Between the sunshine
And my gloaming of light
That ebbs and flows
In and out of my fields of vision
In wonderful dreams
Where I make it happen
Back here and now to face the music
In hopes to sing in order to triumph
In the moment of many relics kept
Where all grace and love
Is in store to he that knocks....










Oleander
12-13-12


The rose hue and purple of the oleander
Stands out in my broad view
Of life that is today
In clusters and shrubs
In my dreams where I am yet to travel
On nimble feet
Where the night goes by quite swiftly
Wherein I wake to sunshine again
Given the hope in a cup of coffee
To start another day
On a bittersweet note
Facing the music again
Upon the cleft of carefree compassion
Somehow mingled with that which
I cannot see with open eyes....










Rehearsal
12-13-12


That which we condone
Becomes the opportunity
To pull the mote from ones own eye
To see clearly that which we choose to consciously forgive
As another chance to let it fly
Not with regard to where it permeates our view
Quite clear in the cessation of the morning fog
Passing us by
So we can begin another journey
Into a beautiful friendship
That will try our hearts
Like a rehearsal of our integrity....










On Luke 6:44
12-13-12


We won't gather grapes of a bramble bush
Nor gather figs from these thorns
In our sides serving as stepping stones
Seeing the possibilities in problems
Like hippies hearken to hobbits
According to the trend
Where we find out that there is nothing to defend
In a new need to leave the Shire
To see the sights of opportunity....










Better Than I Think
Date: unknown


Of he that hear and does not
Seems to be as the condemnation
In where I stand
Yet I do much better in this
Then what I give myself credit for
While indeed my house is established on solid ground
To invent my own parable of where I stand
In my hopes of looking forward
To the harvest in my front yard
Where later on I meet a brother
To which I am sent
With the Message of the Day...










In My Shire
12-13-12


In my august and inspiring awe
I perceive love to be my higher law
As it is quoted in many passages
Throughout the history of Literature and Music
By which many of today's artists flourish and thrive
Writing poems today
About how wonderful it is to be alive
Beginning my afternoon with the reading
About the unexpected party
For one whom prefers his solitude and comfort
In a need to leave the Shire
Every once in awhile
To see just what our God has in store
For those whom read and write....