Yasnaya

Yasnaya
5-3-18

Rejecting not the offering of lamb and of ram
Not for sham
The number, wisdom is your strength and I am
Behold we do not desire your blood
Uphold as to contemplate and chew the cud
God teach me how to persevere and be a blessing in spite of so called fear
Adam, tell them their names for bible fury
By the maintenance of the sacred
My soul is in his hands
To inflict no such wounds upon the flesh
As we can know it and name it
We grow in as to glorify our Anna Karenina
And say hello to Carmichael
Taking up the scalp from off the ground
As to be swept down and take the challenge with me into town
Five thousand rubies as moment to its own of Bachelor's estate
As to restore and recreate......






Under Knops
5-3-18

As to smite it even to the earth
As to write it for Stephen new to rebirth
As to provide substance and dwelling as so your wound is swelling
We have no knowledge save that which you have given us
All for tables of stone in the mountain forty days of good experience that feels bad
Under God's feet with you Aaron and Hur paved with saphire
I am not eloquent all for my next six tasks
I am embroidered with purpose
Go hence and be as companions to one another
Where our guidance is revealed today up against the seeming impossible
Calling not upon ones idols
Just take it one moment at a time in knop and protuberance
As to go on out and make a plan for selvage and coupling....






Sacrosanct (Coactivity)
5-3-18

As hush descends our lush pretends
In the messengers he sends on cue of hundreds
You're the one we've waited for all in Hampsch and our sacrament
To remember Jesus and renew all vows concerning this presence
Stepping into the light
God have me to know wisdom today
Thus a close encounter on house call
By two thirds of such recorded miracles
Fifty loops in each curtain and fifty taches of gold
Until all is certain
The new will have need of the old
All for the part of our surplus and ten purple curtains
As he brings another day as to ravel the thread
And ignore the voice saying you'd be better off dead
Given my own gift of contemplation
A hush descends intercommuning.....