forgiveness

Forgiveness
12-13-13


Deeply corrupting themselves
As in Gibeah
Remembering no more their iniquity
In that we forgive them
Like acceptance in such a repetitive practice
By ones conscious choice
Where children are bereaved
By how we can yet rejoice
Where we have but grieved
Reconciled again
Where we change our minds and turn back
Turning around to try it another way
Where He will remember our sin no more...








Effeminate
12-13-13


Given our miscarrying womb and dry breasts
Of such effeminate nature
Where there is no male nor female
And no bond or free
And no night or sea
And no you or me
Planted in another pleasant place
In another wrestling match
With unconditional love colossal
By the findings of another dinosaur fossil
By our wickedness in our Gilgal
Serving as our new place of worship
Upon our high place we need not come down from
Where the poet takes his seat
To write these words of exhortation
To yet be just as it is...








Empty Line
12-13-13


Increasing ones altars
Bringing forth fruit unto himself
Procrastinating and killing the day
To reorganize music and literature upon my shelf
Soon to be one to decline from another invitation
To stay home to listen to the snowplows
As music to my ears
In the coming home of cows
To give the milk of last night's swigs
That did freeze my brain again to be the sustenance
To today's willing pen
Increasing altars
Making goodly images of my own....










Found
12-13-13


Found faulty with ones heart
In tastes sweet and salty
Where decadence is derided
According to all olfactory notations of pleasure
We tend to live for
In today's endeavors with pen in hand
Where we become shamed of our own council
According to the gardens we have chosen
By no set teaching or guru
Where streets are once again frozen
And this is what I do today
In describing this blessedness
According to improvisation...








Infirmity
12-13-13


Large letters so did serve as the riddle at hand
According to his infirmity
Interpreted by the scholar
whom yet seeks out more
Purified as he is pure
Penetrating the mantle straight into the core
Feeling whole again where one is sore
By large letters dictated due to a shortness of sight
Serving as his thorn in the flesh
To carry with me straight into the night
To wake once again to this world of white....








Portray
12-13-13


O, what kind of Christian am I
To hear the word that I fail to apply
To receive the truth and still tell the lie
To watch time burn as such doth fly
Knowing the mystery yet still asking why
O, what kind of believer do I portray
Yet in all astonishment and dismay
O, I inquire
Prying into that
Which one can see with eyes closed tightly
In that I pray...