mirkwood

My Mirkwood
12-20-12

The brides of the Lamb prevail in the faith
That saves he whom yet wanders in ones personal Mirkwood forest dense and thick
And quite dark where light so shines upon its main path
Going to such a marriage feast
Yet to hunger in that we are fillled
Like a celebration of a new beginning
In the so-called end of the world as we know it
Yet to meet along the path our angels with their vials
Filled with the prayers to be poured out in our admixture....




On Revelation 21:10
12-20-12

Shown plainly a city of promise
Descending from the heavens to be the abode
Of those whom are in search of rest
While upright upon ones feet
Adorned with the gospel of peace
To bring to the places of our plenty
In the uncertainty of times that are tight
Wherein all I know to do here and now is to write....



Backwoods Life
12-20-12

Isolated in my backwoods life
To choose a path that will carry me to the other side
Where light is seen at the east edge of our greatest forest
Yet to cross in nimble strides of the passion said to be our love
To consciously choose as an act of ones will
Back to face the music in the silence broken
In our backwoods life condoned
In that such is conducive
In our prayer and fasting...




Corn And Wheat
12-20-12

Corn and wheat will suffice
For a late lunch
Where I write these rhymes by instinct
Of my gut that has its own hunch
In the curvature of the backbone of my integrity
Kept in the midst of sustenance known
In that indeed we are holding out
On what is called our last day on earth
Where I trust in God
That all will be well with my soul....