crux

Crux Of The Issue
8-30-17
Misfit cicadas sing
On the turn of the calendar page
But I'd be foolish to judge
As such stripped of all ornaments
All is vanity
Vanity of vanities
For the crux of the issue in its essence
All for our cloudy pillar
Speaking to Him face to face
As if to a friend
Never mind that scaffold
I'm sad today but I can always repent
At Mount Horeb is where all my money is spent
Attending all tournaments
I take the stage and fake it for just one more show.....




Scaffold Revisited
8-30-17

Helping Washington
In the garden I beseech a million pardon
During erection and repair
As the new millineum dawns
I simply study the book
With two tons of weight upon my shoulder
Where most of us have left the first love
Bringing in astrologers and soothsayers
Thus judged but by no means begrudged
As mortality looms like a hummingbird a'hovering
As we seem utterly stumped for stump and roots left in the ground
I need some reassurance
How can we possibly find peace
Under these conditions.....