Saturday, April 2, 2016

onager

Onager Of Lunenburg
3-14-16

Looking for Lunenburg
The town of my sojourn
In dreams of building a rest stop
Into an amusement park
Honor men but God love the brotherhood
But not with a rod
Touched base with Sister
We're better off not making plans
Do well and suffer for it
Such is acceptable
As sons of prophets at Beth-el
Come to Elisha
As we compare the rapture with the ascension
It's time I get it out of me
If you know what I mean
They delivered their offspring
who loosed the bones of the onager
Whose home I have made in the wilderness
Prosperous in the salt land
Down to the valley to sing my song....




Thine Asked An Hard Thing
3-14-16

Warming them in the dust
Storming phlegm like ones lust
Then to Jordan Elisha still would not part
Rending his garments as if it were a work of art
We treat our young harshly in our barren land
I hang myself on these words
In hopes to come to understand
Thou asked an hard thing
From under boughs
Into the pasture where we meander
In great contentment
There is a village
There is no proper path
But the Way itself...





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