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A Fond Farewell

The hills are brown’d; the sheep have fled
Smoke blocks the sun; the sky turns grey
At height of day, words left unsaid
Tomes left unwritten, left unread

Won’t you come mourn, Chol1, bird of fire
Thee, I invoke - Come, bless this pyre
With blazing2 coal infuse my lyre
This swain uncouth3, please now inspire

Once on the hill Acropolis4,
The thistle5 bloomed and spread its wings-
It rose on high, reached6 for the sun
Spread to ev'ry metropolis

The burning bush shared light with all
Gave truth and warmth, redemption’s call
It burned with flame but was consumed7:
To earth returned, to dust recalled8

Remember when its voice boomed ‘round
With strength and pow’r, spoke words profound
It grew in fame, t’was world renowned
Until it reached its upper bound

Look on its works, ye mighty men9 -
Sinners, saints, citizens, and kings -
My soul with laden heart will grieve
Come gather round and join with me

Release its ashes to the Styx10
And follow them around the bend
Streams converge to waters new
Ayun, Hasbani, and the Dan11

'Till on the shores of Jordan12 spy
Its seeds disperse13 and find new ground
To find new root and touch the sky
To blaze with fire once again


Paradox Prayer

That which I seek You promised I would find
But unrelenting knocks have yielded naught
Perhaps my heart is sick and misaligned
For though your Word is light it leads me not

Great passions wage within my wearied soul
There’s fear in love and doubt infused in faith
There’s selfishness when service is my goal
Exhaustion when enduring hope must wait

Invading sorrow ruins my grasp of joy
Tumultuous times assault attempts at peace
My might and soul and strength cannot employ
the means by which this suffering will cease

Your blood alone will grant me my release
Lord, I believe, but help my unbelief

Battle Ballad


Dear friend, you've fought the fight so long
A battle every day
So many trials, traps and snares
That never go away

So many people look to you
They go to you for aid
And help you do, you give them life -
More victories each day

But if you ever stop and pause,
Your dragons lay unslain
there's so much hurt so close to home
You grieve in silent pain


Dear friend, you've fought the fight so long
A battle every day
So many trials, traps and snares
That never go away

She took your heart and so much more
She aims for money, too
And what will happen with your kids
Whatever will you do?

You give and give and give some more
You love so well it hurts
She takes and takes, abuses grace
But you will not leave first.


Dear friend, you've fought the fight so long
A battle every day
So many trials, traps and snares
That never go away

You had a dream, but they said "No,
Go get a real job soon."
You've always had to prove yourself
And prove your dream was true

You've had to prove your place, your worth
When all the world's a stage
And every day auditioning
To Speak, to Act, to Stay


Dear friend, you've fought the fight so long
A battle every day
So many trials, traps and snares
That never go away

You understand the brokenness
That's brought on by the Curse
Acquainted with grief, suffering,
Pain, illness, death, and hurt

You live in fear you'll be consumed
The way you saw it done
You fear your fears will be confirmed
But won't tell anyone.


Dear friends, you've fought the fight so long
A battle every day
So many trials, traps and snares
That never go away

I've got no answers, pithy thoughts
I ran out long ago
But I will lend my ear and pen
Your story should be told

 You're not unheard; you're not unseen
You do not fight alone
I'll take up arms and join your side
We'll fight our way back Home

To be Filled with the Fullnes of God

Far beyond what I can ask or think
Or think to ask
Or dare to dream
Or hope to have
Or the "maybe's" of my mind

The vacuum of my need is even further,
Greater than what my tenuous grip of
What I believe to be reality tells me
And yet

You have promised more

From a child

One foot in front of the other
Left Right Left Right
Quick!  Fast!  Go!
Where to?
Who knows?
We’ll figure it out when we get there

There is only one rule:
The floor is lava
And avoid the cracks!
OK, so maybe two.
Running is the funnest game!

The adults don’t run, well
not like us.
Mommy runs to work and
Daddy runs to the store.
Grandma - she runs the bridge club,
which is weird now that I think of it because there aren’t bridges around here.
I saw one on TV.  I don't get it.  It's painted red, but they call it gold.

Left Right Left Right
Quick! Fast! Go!
Where to?
Who knows?
We’ll run until we’re old

The Word Market

Pluck one from the pile
delicately, deliberately.
Gauge its weight cradled in your palms

Turn it over with a gentle grip
Is it ripe?  Is it right?
Texture is not a trivial thing.

Give it tap and listen to the sounds.
Are they sharp, shallow, shrill,
strong, sturdy, strident?

Taste a taste;
Note the notes
How will it pair with the others?

Inspect as many as you desire
They are after all, free - at first -
The price paid in the absence of another

Possibly heretical sacrament

They only serve breakfast until 11 a.m.
But I woke up late, and additionally
A friend was in need
Time stops not for trivialities
Such as the availability
Of one woman's much-desired meal

I phoned ahead, asking
if they could make my omelette
for pickup after the cutoff time
“We’ll wait for you,” they said
“Do not worry about being late to the table.
There is no shame here.”
I do love their omelettes.

It comes with a hearty 7-grain toast
A giant slab of it
served with foil-wrapped butter.
And what breakfast is complete
without coffee?

I took the bread and the cup
The ding of the cashier and the
low chatter of patrons
The clickety clack of fingertips
on laptops all but ceased

Swirls of cream hovered over
dark, caffeinated waters.
I heard a voice,
“Let there be life”
And there was.
And the world was very good.