salve

Salve
9-25-12

Mollifying is the salve of healing
Wherein our gift comes not in absence of feeling
Writing poems about what I want in life
To come to be on my way to better places
Acting upon my gut of intuition and creativity of the imagination
Where I receive what I believe
As assuaged are tomorrow's storms
So I can make my way to higher ground....




Assuaged
9-25-12

It's better to believe
That we won't need to work for salvation
In this redemption in that Jesus already paid the price
In that I need not save myself the second time around
And I ask myself
Why do I write these pages
Out in my words of things for which I wish
When it's all in God's hands
In where I'm yet to go to grottos and caves
Of plenteous substance
In abundance of bounty
As assuaged and alloyed are the storms
Called for in my tomorrows....




My Reed
9-25-12

Reedy riffs sweep over the ear of he whom loves his music
Like the woman available from any of such secret places
Made known according to that I desire
Given such freely in God that knows what I have need of
Before I ask of reedy riffs
Accompanied by a base line in its sweet repetition
Euphonious in that I am grateful for that which already is
In all of this....