shoes

Big Shoes To Fill
3-10-18

Through it all
O, ebb and flow we stand tall
Even when only small stature
We can know I can almost see You everywhere around
Turned on to more good sound
Warm sliding sun and wind washing fields that reclaimed
Might be these that find it
All I ask for is peace of mind
But don't you want to know the joy
Yet to follow a pill hard to swallow
Yea, we see great inequality in the need of their succor
For signs in the street and soon something to eat
Get it while it's fresh
God wants us to live life more abundantly
Back in Zarahelma the place of my dwelling
And another misnomer and misspelling
Our black Limozines
Having been consecrated
Go and sin no more
Big shoes to fill....





I Ask Of You Composure
3-11-18

As the light shines bright enough to let us in
I am not ashamed of the minister of the Latter-Day Saints
Even when my soul faints where I break out pens and paints
Particularly unscathed our idol subordinate
Where nothing can bridge our souls' devotion
As the Power proves you right
I cheat off of my favorite artists and authors
Behold He changes my heart
But not enough to but abstrain
Returning to our remembrance displayed among the future
Where we shine like beacons
Trapped behind a wall of flame in a figurative sense
Speaking to you eastward light looking for our arc of peace
And oars of joy for our red Ford
Three driveways down as the history of the vigil
Is put behind me....






Ascend To Now
3-11-18

Of mistaken perception
I always loved those distortions
Of Deadhead delight defied
Claiming my rhyme as to carry on wishes to guide us through
Organizing in extra added beliefs
Living within the vision
On our way back home
Where money earned is money saved
In purchasing the generic
Taking our right to know the weather
For the net that works for You
Our hope is our universe in this life
In the need of a new pair of shoes
O, what's the news
Ascending to the secret
All is pure and fit to resolve
Ascending to the new me
Follow the Son of God
Soon to take the time for truth
As a simple plane quite parallel
To where we tarry
I look and let it sink in
Espoused.....






On Luke 3:13-22
3-11-18

Bringing two pigeons and turtledoves
A place to begin as we made our love's beginning is one place
I will be again and again by a firefighter's audacity
Requiring vicarious sacrifice
Trying to make the morning last
By this agenda to help those that hurt
And not to critique her strange shirt
As to exact and collect and randomly select
Those elect in expectation and its suspense
And no such defense of golden hills
Where it makes perfect sense for the balancing act of will
And it's time to come clean again
A process repetitive making me believe again
So I can take up tablet and pen
Much loved as to exalt and collect.....