exile

After This Our Exile
1-19-18

If we knew where this was leading
My nose would be bleeding
As to feed them that oppress thee
O, mighty One of Jacob and twelve sons
Lick up the dust of our feet
Awake and put on strength
Where the Jews are gathered
Sometimes still puffed up in knowledge
Bring me back your golden ball in virtuoso
To walk between violet and indigo
Speak the word only
Still talking of trivial things jagged and damp
Antique flute blown in all elegance as to lower your defense
It's going to work out and I will know a foretaste of heaven....




On The Road To Damascus
1-19-18

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For hours to be written
Rattle is shaken and I am bitten
To be gathered in a land of promise
I am smitten
Awake and put on strength
Hoping for my one to one counsel today
To resound after the many testimonies
We are what we are in our secret world
Of cool dry rock and sand
All I want is the fish
And to shake myself from the dust
Speaking peace to neighbors in virtu of vices in verity
Yet vulnerable O Word heard clearly...