ceiling

Ceiling
12-2-13


Ones eyes and heart
Are not but for covetousness
Looking across the way
To see something one wants for himself
Taking for granted the novels on my dusty shelf
Reminding myself to give thanks
For what I already possess
Being one not to repent
But be one to confess
Ceiled with cedar
And painted with vermillion
Where we yet go where we are to be sent
Where ones eyes and heart
Are not but for desire
Where I speak what I know
As if preaching to a choir....


















On Nehemiah 2:17
12-2-13


Building my wall and sheep gate
To come to terms with this resentment
Bitterness and hate
That comes on its own accord
Where all things our Lord did so create
Given another reason to ride upon a chariot of integrity
To see our new slate
And start again afresh
Like the cheese we are yet to grate
Being one to build this wall
That we might be no more a reproach
To all fortune described as our fate...










On Habakkuk 1:8
12-2-13


Flying as the eagle
That hastens to eat
Where he whom seeks yet for this manna
Is in for a treat
Still subject to the milk
That washes down this strong meat
Where they all come for violence
With faces set for the east wind
Where a saint still needs to pray
Forgive me Lord for I have sinned
Deriding every stronghold
By the scowl in which the artist grinned
To make manifest our melancholia of the merry
Making their way, today...










On Jeremiah 23:1
12-3-13


O, woe to the pastors
That destroy and scatter the sheep
Delving into the profound
The obscure and the deep
Where there are divisions among us
And many have fallen asleep
On another uneventful dreary day
The pen in hand
Yet to conclude
That I need not always understand
Where God is in control
Whereas I still have my pasta canned
O, woe and O, weal
Where the truth doth lie in what we feel...
















Gather
12-3-13


Gathering the remnant
To bring them again to their folds
Up against the rising tide
And her wonderful and terrible strongholds
And when I see it this way
I can know victory and defeat
On the corner of another busy street
Partaking in the breakfast of champions that compose
Reassured again that the good Lord Jesus knows
Gathering the remnant
Where they will be fruitful and increase
Tasting the fruit here and now
Of love, joy and peace...










Healed
12-3-13


By the jowl
By the dewlap
And its pendulous fold
I take up my pen and compose works
Here brave and bold
Given my ways
To turn hay and stubble into gold
On another day staying home from the library
To rest and heal
With my feline companion by my side
Of which is true to me and real
Where voices tell me that I look much better than what I feel
Playing Van Morrison CD's
For another session
Wherein I rest and heal...