Poem to an Abstract
Star whirl
Colors twirl
In bright ribbons
Around your head
So I believe
To yourself
You said:
“I should do something
With this
Leaning forward
With a gentle kiss
The Son said:
“I agree although
We have not a
Compelling need
Except to perhaps
See
If this, our love,
More are willing to receive
So you spoke
And You built
Soon those colors
They filled
A universe
Of twirling shapes
Forms
Some soft
some hard, terse
So You
Built an earth
Of greens & blues
Such vibrant hues
Plants, animals
& at last your man
Such glorious life
Only Your peace
No strife
Until
We spoiled it
But
Remember
Your Son You
Did send us
Someday will
It be returned
And once again
We will be
Allowed to learn
Of Your Glorious Perfection!!
New Day!
Rushing, crashing
Waves of life
Come washing over me
From a tumultuous,
Increasingly treacherous sea!
Brokenness comes into
The line of the shore
With a raging, angry
Dangerous roar
What is it that they want
My frail, tiny boat
At last
To completely swamp?
For this is what it seems
As to my craft I cling
And scream
Those waves keep
Coming,
Coming
In large volumes,
Positively reams
Sent by that satan
That oh so ancient enemy
But of this life he
Will not have the last word
Because as quickly as he comes
Away will he be turned
By a larger, grander,
More Powerful Ship
Will he be
Destroyed,
Forever spurned
With the unfolding of just one
Bright, white sail
satan is completely undone,
Rising in a brighter boat
Is God’s Only Son
Golden on the horizon
As a rapidly rising sun
In Pure Joy,
That New Day of our
Lord & King has finally
and at last come!!!
Lost World
who would want to live
in a world without
God’s purpose
Where boundaries have no name
each human heart
choses the beginning
of its own tumultuous game
no structure
no solidity
only constant fluidity
rampant running
from one idea to another
as they lay sunning
on rocks just waiting
another innocent
to be baiting
not realizing each stone
carries the lust of
each heart’s own depravity
guidelines are good
standing out from the crowds
as they should
but just make sure they come
from God’s reliable source
with them you may run
a more worthy course
of purpose
not caught in a nervous circus
so stay away from the
darkened service
of a ‘Lost World’
Listen
Even above the clouds
Mere wisps of white over
The head
Sounds arise,
In low bass tones
In tenor notes so high
Music is constantly
Sung and led
Take the time to
Listen
Notes spiraling
Circling
In, among celestial skies
Let your spirits fly
Let them to their highest
rise
Above this dusty earth
Walk through heaven’s
Gates
Again,
LISTEN
Angelic voices beckon
As their voices
Any earthly heart
May awaken
To join in their praise also
Without restraint
Saints & angels dance
From their first glance
At their Creator’s
Gleaming face
Removing every trace
Of any darkness
Cymbals clash
Out of heavenly instruments
Fairest notes constantly pass
To praise, to worship
On each tongue’s tip
His Name will forever last
So take time to listen
This effort you will not regret
At each note as it glistens
Shining, living
It reaches out to you to get
To encourage you
To also join in,
And God’s heavenly
Rewards you too may praise
And for all infinity win!
Rushes
Life rushes
Sometimes it
Even crushes
Until hearts stop
Breathing ceases
& we see,
Are released
From our dulled shell
To another place
Us You will send
Even as we
Our bodies lend
Back to the dust
We need to prepare
So our spirits
May we share
With Yours
At last
To enjoy
Rejoice
Infinity
Only a beginning
Of pure joy
So I implore
I ask
Do not let this
Forever pass
Your spirit by!
A Savior
S
eems more & more every day
Crazy holds ever growing, greater sway
Over many beautiful lands
A
s evil seems to grow
Larger & larger it shows
Its ugly, abnormal face
V
oraciously does it run
From setting sun to sun
It strains to destroy each life
I
ncreasing in its vehemence
I would be much remiss
If I did not mention this
O
nly Christ can save our world
This is not a foolish outburst
Of only random, errant words
R
evealing the truth is His follower’s job
So many may not be left in the dark to sob
As He returns to save as many as He may
Restoring to His purer, much brighter day!
SoulSails 