moving on

Moving On
1-5-14


Moving onto the epistle of Ephesians
By which such theme is Christ's body
Namely us
In a need for one another
Where I pray for a brother that boards the bus
Seeing today the minus to be shown what is brighter in the plus
Where the saint is not without sin
But through faith he is a member glad to be the dweller
That has made it through my December
written in the year of sixty
Of which I read again
So that I might remember
By this repetition quite of necessity...








Of Then And Now
1-5-14


Apostle Paul wrote his heart from behind bars
In times before subways, locomotives and cars
Like unto us that abide beneath bright stars
Where I can have confidence in that all is vanity
Like a fruitless trip to Mars
Where our happiness ought not depend upon our circumstance
Reading this larger letter
According to my singing and victory dance
An apostle by the will of God
As so Scripture doth yet enhance
Apostle Paul wrote his heart from behind bars
To the saints in Ephesus here now and today
As it was back then....










Not Of Ourselves
1-5-14


Made fair by the multitude of branches
Envied by many
In such a glory a gift
And not something of ourselves
In hopes to return again to tablets and shelves
Where all the trees of Eden look upon him
And wish to be just as beautiful
And because he lifted up himself in height
He is brought down to be as my insight
To take up for when I go back into town
By which I have hopes to yet return...








Stop
1-5-14


It's so hard to set it all aside
To stand back and observe
The beauty of all that has already been done
It's so hard to be satisfied
With what I am already freely given
Already to be one to return to my novel
Subordinate to the Scripture that can wait
Gazing upon a miniature stop sign upon my west wall bookshelf
Wanting to cease from this chase so that I might be one to enjoy the lesser lights
Of a tree that still stands in hidden corners made known...










Empty Ode
1-6-14


Leaving behind that empty feeling inside
By which such contention doth come about by pride
Yet such an emptiness might be the key to a new beginning of the real me
My life begins today and I am free
So it's fly by night by a moment cut short
By my words that doth admonish and exhort
Wishing there was a better way to express my emptiness
That will be to me as well the fullness to yet resume where the music begins...