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Our Girded Monuments
3-19-18

It would be anathema
To turn back now in search of truth
To carry on wishes in endless skies
And light that bull's eye bright
Millions of years ago
Yet to reach us one hour before the dawn
Haply, I think on thee
Full a many of glorious mornings
I will make it through with heavenly ascent
Our hope is our world as chins grow in rough
And I get out to get my stuff
Desiring this man's art stealing unseen this time around
In another improper order where we follow the Son
And fake it and make it
Not our girded monuments
So be it another blank page
For new and old age
Towards the pebbly shore for mundane messages
Now I can get on with it.....




Alack!
3-19-18

Sometimes it's alright to draw from other cisterns
Making me see again in reasons singing back to me
Where learning is power in elders of Moab
In the sons of Zippor
Like a river all geneologies so real
O, God have me to know calmness and composure
In a world of madness, happiness and sadness
As not to hasten and no more chasten
I have a lot of work to do
To set my hands free today of rich-proud lost vision
Is coming forgetting who is real on the city streets
And soon sinner's honey breath for life
And peace and rocks impregnable clean again
In a literal sense but filthy as rags within
To be a quick in and out today
Where Balak sends more princes
As to embrace it...






Steeple Revisited
3-19-18

Promoting Balaam to great honor
As one to say I'm already a goner
But that was only the enemy's voice
To hear it or not today is my choice
No longer to curse the people
Not even the mended representing the steeple
To translate creation finding peace and healing
In thinking and in feeling
Need to walk my talk and step up to the blackboard with broken chalk
Since brass and stone saddle the ass
You're not alone for nativity once in the veins of illumination
As to transfix the flourish
Be at the van at eleven for gates of steel so strong
Each time is more for greatness in Jesus
The only awesome thing about me
Hearing the surly sullen bell with stories to tell
O, swoop fell
Sealing up all
The rest hath motion....






Vestments (Plural)
3-19-18

Thou mayest in me behold
In from the cold
By the power of form in interplay
Ready for the climb once in the rain of light
O, my beauties wherewith being crowned
Beauty behold a plea and today I just be me
In crooked eclipses as to flourish all desires to but nourish
Love no whit disdain and another coffee stain
This weekend time to get away from it all
And spend beautiful time with Mother
Still in blank ink
It's been almost a year
Since I've written in blue
As to ponder it and think of you
In a peaceful loving dark room
For abject company
Seeing the angel with the sword drawn
As vested inalienably in our jihad
Feel the love of light in extradition
During divine service
Time to reach out.....