Saturday, December 9, 2017

denial

Calling It Denial
6-20-17

Faith is an isthmus come daybreak
But don't look too hard for what you cannot see
Better to be in handcuffs
Than to be lost in the wilderness so it seems
Where proof is the bottom line for those without faith
Telling me to throw her back in
To swim away to deeper waters
Call me the fool for all sons and daughters
I've been here so long that it's helpful to forget about it
Twas too humid to make this one
So I call it denial
Of land, good riddance...




On Exodus 9:26
6-20-17

Hewing down a tree that called it quits
Fallen limbs upon which birds perch
With further to fly to higher ground
In the backyard again
Seemingly a safer place to abide
Due to my pride on half an hour before I catch the ride
Ans so-called lyrical occasions
For broken fever
I sometimes still wander
That they might tell in the ears of thy son
Things I wrought in Egypt and signs among us
Only in the land of Goshen
No such hail
Fearing the Word
No matter how absurd....





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