ordained

Ordained
10-12-18

In a vale a voice has sounded
Yet awkward back the the place where which we come from
The outer gloom she loved me too
Heavy with dew and dream pangs
Where to lie me among Moabites and pale orchises
Our sweetest dream to all men all tongues not to bring me down with sorrow
Behold I write unto you to all men
Tongues and nations
It is just what it could be
To suffer as ye should
Suppose I take my time this morning
Bearing it counted and mystified eardistanting the habitual
O, walk with me that witnesses sleeping inside to take a load off
As men of God ordained......





Wrangling Sects
10-12-18

For our messenger proclaimed
Among the fortunate I am named
Much credit and merit for doing time in our own Jan Chozen Rays
Where presence is measurable
It was a good year most of the time
where we hide from the lights on the Village Green
As it comes undone back in the days when I was twenty-one
It is to be preached in power
Tis the first one come again all for a good weekend
O, blue moon you see me waiting in line
In the wilderness as the time is now
Fulfilled in Cumorah's lonely acclivity
In John E. Thilege
We tend to say "I'll change, I swear!"
In Christ's reign and a love of my own.....





I'll Be There On The Quadruple
10-12-18

From the cliff the altitude is mentioned
And all acclivities
It all depends upon you
God make me a blessing to Father and Stepmother night and day
In this longing admitting memory of choice under the irony
I'll be there on the quadruple as sweet is the peace that the Gospel brings
Given three hours bearing it crushed and mystified
They let me slide as discerning and taking the time of gratitude and insight
Good to see you the time is now
Fulfilled for Father Time sometimes all it takes is a loving touch
As to wrangling sects disturb us
Sweet is the peace that the Gospel brings
God knows we have need of all of these things
For sin to me more array.....






Secret Virtue (Our Hero)
10-12-18

Ere long the Tempter's power but not over He that makes it all possible
As to leave me high and dry as to cultivate the gratitude
This time I go my next and last extra mile but I begin again
In Shambhala Publications come May of heartfelt joy in discoveries
Of what we build again what the roaring Lion would destroy
By enowments of scholarships and transcendent love for ears burning
And light refulgent for a piano played with devotion to my Grandpa
That played in two churches composed thoughtfully
From dust speak again as obligations in tender gentle hands
To usher the newcomers in strange churches
I see the risen angel fly all for secret alms of virtue
O, butterfly I choose to let you go
Word of I to unfold....