postexilic

Postexilic
1-1-16

Our Darius
Our Cambysol
He said it was no longer about fancy words
The people could not discern the noise of the shout of joy
From that of weeping
Today I am given a new spiritual understanding of this
Those twenty and up oversee the work of the house
And more free coffee of Christ the groom and we, the spouse
For drachmas and minas
Our silver and gold
I took it all for granted
For soon I must take down all of my lights
Of a sound heard afar off
Our Nethinim
Still will stand their ground...




Every Last Drop
1-1-16

Paul and Silas beaten
As apples and pears are eaten
For Urim and Thummim in Tishri, Lyyar and Ziv
It's much too early but I'll live
Stop here for awhile and watch and pray
Overexposure to my idols of my Stony days
I wait for a call on my phone
So that I can get on with it
For lights and reflections
And stones of the breastplate
I'm up for the day
Whom Jehovah has appointed
Nebo protect the landmark...