vineyard

In Our Vineyards
10-2-18

Whereby we might be delivered in Scripture passages in Bunyan classics
O, what shall I do but just enjoy today
Where right means wrong and west means east
Celebrating the birth of Jesus two months or more ahead of time
As to accept the changing of seasons in myself undone
Is that all you want for me?
In our gaol his outcry as to think to be still earthly bound
Still buying books faster than I can read them
Still writing letters faster than I can post them
Filling again my sword through disheveled and suffocated
In need to get out for some air
Growing ones own nasturtium
Brethren be followers together with us
And love one another and call me brother.....






Some Will Offend
10-2-18

O, children of my bowel
Don't throw in your towel
As to resist the lampstand frozen
She killed having it in for us
An ensample one foot in the door
Times and space ample whereby we have already arrived
Such as well for the pastors that feed my flock
As to build ones house upon a rock
On an empty beech as to reconcile an error in judgement
Bringing the light of heightened awareness
Prior to reengaging in the task at hand
Think the now and come to understand as you mindfully chew your nonpareils
Wherein some will offend
Second pot, my error as to agency
As to know ones seed and determine whether they are needs or greeds
As Jesus still bleeds.....






I'm Only Asking
10-2-18

O, is this the time to choose to win or lose
But not to confuse fiction with the news
As to sum up this technique and break out the photos again
In all I seek and shake somebody's hand
To say. "Have a good week"
Loving again my Jackdaw cold, these eyes are and sore they will
Salve like a heart with a fifth valve
Dreaming of my own book twenty-six
As if I really wrote it as to connote it
As to continue to let it unfold
O, I'm just passing through
O, how you have scattered the flock
By revelation our rock
Writing letters here to the tribes scattered abroad
So that they will come to know within themselves the son of God
Mindfully doing things today as if I had only a moment
In all I do and say.....






On James 1:9
10-2-18

Message upon my shirt
Saying that in the love of God no one gets hurt
Living as if in a monestary
Today I stick around ever after for tears and laughter
These days few and far between
As it shall be given him in the present moment of your Discovery
shaking my own upas for its own as such a poison used as a remedy deciduous
And roots deep let the eye be single and the body be full of light
If they don't have root beer then I order cherry Coke
And soon again go out for a smoke of standard and benchmark along cracked streets
And prickly grass back into memories of Florida as the sun is sooner risen
Let the brother of low degree rejoice.....