Pequea

At Pequea
1-6-18

Honoring where I came from
Back at Pequea  Creek we shine our lights like a beacon
Unto a deacon by Me kings reign
At the beginning of His way with interchangible pronouns
And bright days ahead my revenue sweeter than choice silver
Ploughing us into a new day
Living way like a pin to a magnet by lips speaking half-truths
About the way ahead
It doesn't need to dampen my spirits today
Where stolen water is sweet as the Iliad patronizing one by one
To a bygone age better off left behind
Where love covers all sins
Disagree?
To each his own!





A Prating Fool Will Fall (I Dare Not Say)
1-6-18

He whom gathers in summer is wise
Of dummies and plastic ducks
Neighbors will complain
For kings slain in Solomon
The peaceable
A prating fool will dash his foot against the stone
And we are not alone where sin is not lacking
And error is not scarce
Turn in here where the dead do but linger
Where the wise store up knowledge
Not the kind one would get from collage
And today I won't go down easy
No reason why we can't go tomorrow
In ones living zone we are not alone
Fear of God as convicted with sin and folly
Remembering mercy just to give it away
She is simple and knows not much....





The City Is Exalted
1-6-18

Playing our parts in the seventies
I was but a boy with no fears
As vinegar to the teeth wearing away the enamel of dishonest scales
And heat enough in here to but abide
By this integrity the needle lands upon number nine
And we win big as figures are misinterpreted
In a breeze of the joy that remains
After the ordeal as smoke to the eyes and moist with tears
The righteous will never be removed by our posterity of privilege
It is because we get to for our thankful fins and pardonable sins
Of no third congressional district
And no eighth wonder as surety for a stranger
In the blessing we are under in plunder....