Barak

Next To Balak (Barak)
3-19-18

To what avail in these words that fail not
As work of men but to christen another pen
As we rise to power
Silence becometh us to reign again
The music Paul penned it by the inspiration of the Holy Spirit
As I could not speak unto you as spiritual
For we are yet babes with hearts grossly hardened
In Barak next to Balak
Painting white bricks black in the world of life and death
Setting it into motion because we are many
Lest no one boast in men
But I still do as all is mine
And I am Christ's
For Moab distressed in thoughts and reasonings
Of spices and seasonings
Drifting down unknown rivers
In another crisis in her sandbox
To what avail?





Sweetness In The Blood
3-19-18

In Jesus I have everything I could ever want
Passing by today's scenery
Time flies when you don't watch the clock
No need here to be dishonest
Drifting in this transfiguration
Going on another spree
Might as well depart with remarks of divination
O, groundhog
O, did he lie to us
Trying to nurse such a wound
Wanting Balaam to curse this people
We are but grovelling worms
In a clue to be obtained
And the gospel to be restored
As a guardian to all of those whom pass on through
It's up to you for a thorn to prick a finger for blood
To but drain in its sweetness from an open womb
No more vain jangling
But still do we ramble
As to but gamble
Like a river running to the sea
Yet able to relish me...






Goldfish Revisited
3-19-18

Goldfish in a bowl
But not trapped in their limited perception
It is as a pond to them
As a sovereign country
Spring will soon be here
And the savior will try to move upstream
By the jilting of Amidei and townfolk
Our merchants are but artisans
By the aid of friendship
I eat until I get sick
Soon to turn off a few lights for the Guelphs recovered
Our reason to be here in neighboring Siena
Our heart is open by this material portion
The Son will lead us as one to be as half
All for the fatted calf
And so it's time for perhaps something new
In a time for tea
So He doth but see....