Spirit N' Word
Conversion and conversation.
Saturday, June 27, 2020
Friday, February 15, 2019
Unmoved
The wings of a monarch butterfly
vibrant, quiet, weak
silence every poet
outshine every King
Fire in the beetle, wisdom in the ant
have you ever stopped to marvel
at one leaf of a plant?
One leaf of a plant
don't bother with the whole
in a leaf and one leaf only
is more wisdom than the world.
From Eternity the Father
commanded it to grow
a brief and endless wonder
a delight He wants to show
So many leaves of glory
and our darkened eyes walk past
dull to all the wonder
unmoved by God at last.
vibrant, quiet, weak
silence every poet
outshine every King
Fire in the beetle, wisdom in the ant
have you ever stopped to marvel
at one leaf of a plant?
One leaf of a plant
don't bother with the whole
in a leaf and one leaf only
is more wisdom than the world.
From Eternity the Father
commanded it to grow
a brief and endless wonder
a delight He wants to show
So many leaves of glory
and our darkened eyes walk past
dull to all the wonder
unmoved by God at last.
Tuesday, December 11, 2018
The time beyond Victory
If all of time will end
and the hearth of Sun grow cold
the ice at last expand
to fill the very whole
if the earth will be made new
and Heavens without time
then every prayer that's
prayed will be memorialized
an Eternity to watch
in retrospect and awe,
how every cry was heard
then stored in Heavens vault.
No moth or rust within
golden, silver,pure
when all things are made new
the saints will pray no more.
What need to pray in Heaven
when Christ does ever Reign?
What need to grieve past midnight
when at last the morning's come?
A memorial of bottles
filling Heavens store
an Eternity to ponder
what God did the age before.
Monday, December 19, 2016
The Stand
A thin silver cloud races across a high midnight sky
the moon burns like a lantern across the fields
the tired earth shifting and rolling beneath his steady feet
Underneath, the settled lands are moving
in the distance the settlers are well armed
In a wigwam burns a fevered dream
eagles feather, tobacco and fire crackling
sweating, he dreams of rifles mounted on the thunderbird
the young man runs outside
and keeps his feet steady planted on the shifting land.
dark skin and flowing raven hair
a chant at the moon and stars
useless rage, indispensable pride.
The rolling ground swells under him
the overthrow of nations, the end of Moonlight.
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
Slug Life
I’m a yellow slug,
slumbering
on a pile of powdered salt.
Wondering just how long
it takes
to dry.
Friday, May 8, 2015
Colombia
There is a field in Colombia
Where the brightest flowers grow
Hidden from America
There seeds are softly sown
I breathed the fragrance of Colombia
I found a stolen flower
Dropped along the wayside
Petals crushed by power
I picked up the soft bloom
I held her in my arms
I poured water on her bruises
and marveled at her charms
Everyday I waited
For a sign of life or hope
And when her roots had sprouted
I had to let her go
I lost her in the moonlight
I searched the garden through
I wandered in the starlight
'till sunrise struck me through
I knew I couldn't keep her
I knew her scent would fade
Perhaps Colombia is sweeter
In the field of hope and pray
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Progress
The saints are busy praising.
The sinners at their drinks.
I am busy searching for a
Quiet place to think.
Lord help me in this midnight
Know what roads to tread
Keep me in the daylight
Keep me safe and fed.
Save me from the scoffers
And the ways of cruel man
Be that a man a woman
Be that man a friend
The shadows have fled till morning
The wind my only friend
Lord keep me from the limelight
Keep me safe and fed
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