66

My 66
6-6-13

O, let my fear be the reverential trust
To be gained in your free gift
O, may I prosper in what I seem to lack
Where Bible study is my good job on the day shift
Taking up the study of Isaiah of sixty-six chapters
Pointing to our Messiah so that we need not bear what looks ominous
In such a number and count it as a blessing
Of such a June sixth
Like a building block
Upon which we can take our stand.....





Canopy
6-6-13

Ten acres of such a vineyard will yield one bath
Where I am delighted to seek this truth
In that I do the math
Crying out to be pardoned of such a wrath
Because I am one yet to seek the mystery
As if after hidden treasure
Yet to look back on my cruise
Upon sloops of pleasure
Amidst the ships of Tarshish
Where the lighthouse doth lead me back
To this inexplicable beauty in all of such....





Hand
6-6-13

But His hand is stretched out still
In the hours of the day a poet continues to but kill
Beginning a composition with a conjunction in confidence
That indeed I am strong in this weakness
But His hand is stretched out still
Wherein I hope in much more to see
In where I have been
To rejoice on God's manifestation
Of His unmerited favor
Sitting right next to me
Making me not afraid to say
"His hand is stretched out still!"