Clay

Clay
5-24-13

O, of earth, soil, clay and clod
Much is to be made today
Of our good One, God
Still digging trying to find it
Wherein given new sight
Are the eyes that only seemed to be but blind
In that we are given insight
So that we can but mind it
Carrying off her spoil with great plunder
Soon to practice acceptance
To the crash of thunder
O, of earth, soil clay and clod
By which we can come to know our One good God....





Sword
5-24-13

Against our Egypt
We draw our sword wielded
As the weapon of love
In the book of our One good Lord
In that it ought to be more to us
Than merely an ornamentation
Of coffee tables that were once my altar
Of remembrances in dark and bright times
Wherein I'd sit up all night
To worship, read and write
Of which made me what I am today
Where yet against my Egypt
I wield this love that covers a multitude of sin....





Jigger
5-24-13

Still I dream of jiggers
Of whiskey that I never tasted
Seeing there is a reason for it all
In that nothing is wasted
Yet to nourish and to fertilize the ground below
To see that there is O, so much more
For us as scholars to come to know
Converting such jiggers to our notorious ounces
To be as the commodity of choice
That the creature of habit renounces....