point

Point
12-29-13

By the compass and its rhumb
I can see the light and no longer am as numb
Pointing me in the right direction
In that I would rather be blind, deaf and dumb
Weathering the storms in such a weathervane
Along to the lyrics
O, I'll take the rain
Getting a whiff of my avolition in journeying insane
Where the second death has no power over the triumph over my happy hour
By the compass and its rhumb
I get the point of a chord yet to fret and strum....





Refreshed
12-29-13

The wolf and the lamb will lie down together
Where skeptic poets will talk about the weather
By taking up quill and feather
Getting not too far today in my post and blog
Being one to beat the grog
Refreshed in unadulterated eggnog
Basking in the brink
Sitting like a lump on a log
Where ones own mote
Is in the eye of the scapegoat
And it's all good
Now that I have met my Maker halfway....






On Micah 5:11
12-29-13

Casting down all my strongholds
Tearing down all of these walls
Cast in the heat of meagre molds
Trying to recreate my happy place
Where I was on my way to Niagra Falls
Being as a pastor of these sheepfolds
In this darkest day
In that the sun sets sooner
And I have balls
This is my new material
For the cause of souls
Reading the back of the book that says Amen
By all longitudes of north and south poles
And the doldrums in between....





Posted
12-29-13

May we handle the situation with kid gloves
Pulling all punches
Where hawks will mingle with doves
Being one to push the envelope
Where no one struggles and shoves
On this darkest day of my post Christmas blog
Keeping all posted like a red light yet to illuminate through the fog
Yet to be refined where once again I beat the grog
O, may we handle the situation with kid gloves
Pulling all punches on this darkest day
Dealing with all tactfulness of free lunches
But until then I will pray
Until then I will pray....