rind

Rind
5-24-13

Beneath my hypanthium lies the true essence
Of what I will find when I choose to delve and dig
Even deeper to penetrate the rind of my proverbial mango
O, so juicy that she is
In a need to wash my hands
Following my removing of my hypanthium
Of the joy that I choose
Where indeed I win the moment that I lose...




Fresh
5-28-13

By perspiration is my inspiration
Of that which is fresh anew
Being not oblivious of what I already have
Where the green on the horizon meets the ocean blue
Reading the same passage once again
To see something new
Leaning on the rock of my salvation
Whom is known today of few
Where God forgets our iniquities
To pardon what we still do....




All Belongs To Him
5-28-13

The thankful heart is yet to declare and reply
That it all belongs to the eye high in the sky
Where we need not ask why
Which would serve as our white lie
In that I pray for a prolific day
And to be shown again the Way
And to be given the proper words to say
In that the thankful heart knows
That we need not lock anything up today....