letter to Asaph

Letter To Asaph
11-19-15

And a letter unto Asaph would make one cry and laugh
By this golden stave and staff
I arose in the night
In that I had that right
No curfiew and no such snakebite
Then I go up by the brook feeling forsaken
Taking another look
Viewing the wall and turning back
Standing tall and staying out of the rack
Out by night as the gate of the valley
To venture out again to sally
It grieved them exceedingly
I am well advised to maintain silence
But not for ill will nor violence
Balancing these scales
Happy to eat of the entrails
Our letter unto Asaph
No such word fails...





Phoenician Frets
11-19-15

When Sanballat heard we were building the wall
I observe the song of the bird
Yet standing tall
Not always one to be on the ball
Dwelling in Ophel
We manage to break the spell
Placing my bets on Phoenician frets
Since then and now
I've been through a lot
My pen has two shadows
That's the way that Lady Luck dances
If it please the king
I will be there in the sane place and right head
Holding the word dear
And keeping truth nigh and near
Roll those bones....





"Waiting For It To Cool Off"
11-19-15

Since then and now
I have my ox with my cow
And I take a bow
Lost the incentive of my headphones
But still not as one to cast stones
Sometimes God says wait
Today I just stare into space
And enjoy the coffee
And quote from the book of Nehemiah
Another letter to Asaph
The keeper of the king's forest
Next unto him repaired Uzziel of the goldsmiths
Out my north window
There is much to consider
I call it my own
Another book of longing
Sometimes God says, "Wait"
Umpteen times...