IF LIGHT SURROUNDS YOU

Approach night as if it were tomorrow

And death it need not be an end with sorrow

If light surrounds your beginning and your end

Then this life is just a passing sailing wind

To blow us from this spatial solar shore
To God’s celestial ocean to sail for evermore

WAR HORSES

Warhorses below, horizons will form,

Gray billowing ghosts before the great storm,

Lightning flashes silhouettes the red sky,

Piercing tumult goes thundering by,

From all directions chaos will come,

Killing, slaying, the peace until done,

Torrential wills lift swords pointed high,

The weakest wills, on fields will they die,

And cycle back continue they’ll grind,

To finish their winnowing of sleeping mankind,

Then when their killing fields are bloody done,

Scarred agents of death, to horizons will run.

Within a short decade, a year and a day

The next generation will forget their blood way,

Then steel hoofed warhorses will form one time more,

As mankind continues their death and their war.

FOCUS

What becomes of it
Does it simply float away
Carried by the winds of time
Somewhere to just decay.

Or does it ride a ray of light
And end up somewhere new
To seed itself in a virgin heart
And forget what it went through?

The answer is beyond my reach
So I will let it go
And try to focus straight ahead
And not on what is below.

LOSS

I am beset by sorrow.

A waterfall of dry tears cascades,

And cries my loss away,

Down to my empty reflective pool,

Where hope flows to the edge of my life,

To sink my heart to the bottom,

As the surface ripples my emptiness,

To the hidden places of my soul.

ACACIA

Banish my spirit from my chest,


Dislodge my soul and wrap it up,


Remove your loveliness from my mind,


Collect it all and place within


A box of carved Acacia wood.


Seal it with your words of blood red wax,


Adorn it with a script so cruel


That speaks the essence of a fool.

Meditation Sunset

Endless shades of gray,

Crimson red-orange yellow dark blue,

Clouds regal with enchantment,

A meditation of majestic twilight hue,


Black silhouettes a waking night,

Complexity radiates this palette sky,

Set free, spirit soars to realm

Where GOD teaches heart and soul to fly.


Rosary of stars turns sky to prayer,

Casements open to visions divine,

Among angels grace revealed,

Will transformed to love enshrined.

MY HANDS

They have held beauty and youth,
Raged fists of anger and broken tooth,

Planted seeds barehanded in soil to grow,
Worked stone to find what sculptors know,

Been numbed by the cold of a winter’s snow,
Felt the sharp ache of a hammer’s blow,

In need have waved and thumbed a ride,
Firmly held over heart and saluted with pride.

Wiped tears from cheeks when my children cried,
Held my father’s head when he died.

Grasped after love and caught its pain,
Caught water from a summer’s rain,

Raised above my head at night in prayer,
These hands well- used are almost there.

MIDNIGHT SKY

Horizon to horizon
Across the expansive night
Sitting on a granite boulder
Washed in stardust light
Dreaming in eternal beacons
As they pass on by
Knowing that I’m riding with them
In this midnight sky.

CUMULUS

Dancing on cumulus

High in the blue,

Searching for vantage points

Looking for you.

Profound are the patterns

That you have made free,

For eyes that are open,

For minds that can see.

Incline me to dreaming

Of cumulus sky

And feed my horizons

Until I must die.

Then I will be dancing

And sailing with you,
To all the great vantage points

Focused and true.

DREAMING ME

What is that?

Resting on the right side

Of that gray jungle

That is my being.

The outer reaches of my window

Through which I see

His endless creation.


Is it a memory?

Teasing my imagination

In slumber,

Dreaming me,


Back to when


I was only love

In the hands of my creator?

DIAMOND BUTTERFLIES

She wore sandals with diamond butterflies,
That flew from her sensual feet,

Hovering just over her painted toenails,
,
That kissed at the air,

And made me stare,
As she moved past,

Leaving the air filled with the delicate scent

Of a meadow awake with spring.

SILHOUETTE

Just beyond my hope,
Reaching for a silhouette in a dream,
Outlined in warmth unable to be felt,
Filled with a spirit unable to be held,
A halo of a celestial being in prayer,
Not of my limited dimension.
Waking, I struggled to hold
That apparition that faded quickly,
Effacing its essence,
As I became a silhouette,
Empty, searching after her touch.

UNOPENED GIFTS

Life flickers through the vapors of our dreams,
Fooled we think we are solid,
As we slip between the spaces of life’s seams.

Haunting shadows fitfully flaming bright then dim,
Fleeting light we cannot own,
Only wax and wick burning human foolishness and whim.

Words held glib outstretched to touch the wild sky,
To let relentless stabbing winds,
Blow out their spirit in wispy cooling smoke to die.

Are we hopeless moths flying from an ink black lie?
To dance and flutter, mindless, drawn,
Around a flame soon burnt, consumed, without a reason why.

Or are we unopened gifts held out and given free,
By unfathomable love for his beloved,
Our candle spirits illuminating wrappings soon opened for us to see.

RAINDROPS

This tear is lost in raindrops

And falls through thundering storm,

To drown its loss in ocean,

Where pain from memory is torn.


Its sadness drifts in cresting brine,

Where wind does mist the wave,

To skyward cloud again to fly,

In peace to leave its grave.

MOMENTS IN TIME

We live these moments in time

As though they would last forever,

But, in fact, they are only memories soon forgotten.

Awkwardly we hold onto confusion

Like primitives dancing around a man made idol

Swaying this way then that,

Breathing in the smoke of our hallucinations

While just over consciousness,

GOD waits patiently for us to open our eyes.

Raven Prince

There was a beginning and an end,

And woven somewhere far within,

A raven prince of tree and sky,

And everything that was up high

Was soaring through the air with ease,

Nearly touching clouds then trees,

Spinning, diving, tumbling through,

With friends he sailed the sky of blue.

HOPE

Hope, you are an esoteric question why,

A gossamer ship, to light to lift,

My heart beats to places for the soul,

Without delusion, to float somewhere above

That radiant sky.

CLOUDS OF CASTLES

I HAVE GONE TO

CLOUDS OF CASTLES,

WATCHED DOVES REJOICE IN FLIGHT,

HEARD BREEZES WHISPER

PLEASURE

AND RIVERS ROAR

DELIGHT,

FELT SOLITUDE

EXPLODE IN PRISMS OF UNDISCOVERD LIGHT.

WITHOUT LOVE

WITHOUT LOVE

Passion would be a frozen winter’s stream,
A cold desire burning fire only in a dream.

Desire would sink below an exotic sea,
Far from lovers, to touch and make it be.

Lovers would face the winds of time and die,
If without horizons to fill their lives with sky.

And sky would be an empty place indeed,
If love failed to fly and with its beauty lead.

Sculptor

When in a state of meditation free,

A sculptor sees more than a tree.

And when he touches a marble shard,

His soul cries out with true regard.

But when he begins his work to shape,

Both doubt and insight with him he’ll take.

Then halfway down the creative lane,

The master creator will take the reins

And guide the sculptor to the form,

Where beauty and pleasure in him is born.

When done he’ll stand in awe and stare

And marvel at GOD who got him there.

Stones

STONES
Each stone upon a larger stone
All balanced towards the sky,
Each stone upon a larger stone
Along the path they lie.

Each stone upon a larger stone,
In rain in sun through time,
Each stone upon a larger stone
A pathway through the rhyme.

Enigmatic Vessels

Enigmatic Vessels

We are all enigmatic vessels,
Filling and emptying,
The essence of our souls,
Some of fragrant oil,
Some of complex fermented harvest,
Some of dank murkiness and confusion,
Some drunk on their own liquid,
All pouring and filling,
All battling emptiness,
Deep down wanting
The one that wrought them,
To stem the bleeding
And make them whole.