potsherd

Potsherd
2-26-14


Strong bulls of Bashan compass me about
Where I will eat these words like a scroll of honey
By faith that doth conquer all doubt
Blessed be the name of the Lord
So I say aloud in the face of adversity
While I stand without
By my strength dried up like a potsherd
Scraping away the dross by the anointing of this word
Casting lots upon my vesture
According to the fashion today of the bible nerd
I am proud to be as this
For such is indeed real....








On Exodus 40:37, 38 (read this passage)
2-26-14


Journeying not until the cloud is taken up
Going home once more again to fill again my coffee cup
By this cloud by day and fire by night
This is the substance of things hoped for by which I write
Where I am a worm and no man
Hoping to see it by this available light
A reproach of men and despised of the people
To gaze across the street and observe such a spire and steeple
Journeying not until I see my way to a higher place
In the cool of the day....










On Job 1:21 (check this out)
2-26-14


Being one to emphatically say the words
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Even in the face of adversity
Living and dying today by the sword
Reading this word by my own consent and on my own accord
Where it will be as skin for skin
To purchase all the milk that I can afford
Always content and never growing weary or even bored
Sometimes overwhelmed by this beauty yet to behold
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Just the same, yeah, blessed be the Word....










On Psalm 25:8-13
2-26-14


O, pardon mine iniquity for it is great
In deliverance of my only life from the power of the dog
In renouncing all hate
Where the meek he will guide in judgment
And the humble in justice
And I must say that enlightenment can wait
O, pardon my transgressions for they are many
By such a soul that abides in prosperity by this regard
For those peculiar people standing without the gate....










Yet Wayward
2-26-14


According to the turning away of the simple
And the waywardness of the naïve
I find it in my heart to rejoice
Wherein again I grieve
Offering my lamb without blemish
At my own voluntary will
In the form of an inexpensive pen
Coming in a pack of ten
So that I might go there again and but prophesy
In a place where my Jesus meets up with my Zen
According to the waywardness of the naïve
Gazing out windows facing east
To behold this unsearchable poetic feast
By the rising up of another wild beast
To represent the kingdom I am yet to but behold...