stories

Tasting Our Stories
5-6-18

God knows I'm trying
In our stories about living and dying
Infinite and eternal and without end
Writing letters to send
Speak in due season for crazy ordeals of living again and again
Of those who should come after as to burn laughter no use denying
Neighing with the Almighty in ritualistic chance adding principles
And new questions about it as we know of this justification in juxtaposition
Where this beauty won't let me go
O, what is it all but a mantra as to subscribe
To their Ensign no more for spiritual panic about the emblems of the flesh
Coming forth with contrite spirits to step into the water
And sometimes they give me too much to do in me and you
Got to get a move on as to prove on.....





Witness
5-6-18

First things first
Keep all hunger and thirst
As clouds are in my changing sky
And I'm living in a dreamland
Soon adjusting my cuffs in the manner of instruction
Soon to be sent out as are the seventy
And put the pieces back together soon time to go
Pick up where you left off when you get back
But before I go I must praise the Lord that I'm making it
Reinventing this wilderness back into the city where it all begins again
In the same Lehi with us back as I left it turning back the pages to Genesis
The world was without form and void by the first watch of evening
Feeling sorrow and in the way if forthcoming reconciliation
Who will be the witness
Third watch cock crow
Time to wake up now.....





My Life Is A Witness
5-6-18

Helpless and alone
My life is a witness for strangers as I sell off our forest
And a tree is hewn down
All I can say is I just believe in you
O, brother Christopher for time set aside for distinct purposes of Priesthood
Ministry and darkness on the face of the deep as believing is the magic
In light diffused and another sandbox situation until tomorrow
In the beginning there was excrement first things first
Quit living in the past referring to a dateless fast
I find meaning in my life
"Well what?" I inquire dejectively
Somehow in a hurry to go nowhere
God sees that it's all good
Let us be a firmament in the night of ancient regions
That turn to truth
God help us to understand
And stars become visible and the books are true
In Sextons for upkeep let to land appear.....