Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Painted






I saw a time before time,
When the voices
Given by the songwriter,
Rejoiced together
.......alive.......
In the music of creation,
And the colors of life;
Invested in the song,
As if it was our very own
.......painted.......
In the blush of a star.

Saturday, March 26, 2016

.......






on a fitful night
living from within the experience
the wild things of God
shelter their harvest
at the very core of my being
unfolding the soul
in visions from the fire
reaching through clocks
as a living encounter
a knowing.......beyond understanding
not a message.......there is no message
just a life that flows
perhaps that is the message
if there has to be a message

Wednesday, February 03, 2016

Whispers






My love steals
Across the land,
Like a dew.......
Provoking
Every scent and color.......
Till all lies before me;
Lustrous, and fragrant.......
If I cry to the heavens,
It is only that they may whisper to the earth.......
And the earth,
To the bursting lily,
And the wild vine, trailing on the hedge.......
And the bud, and the vine,
Into the heart of man.......
For I cannot shut out the hope of my love.

Monday, December 28, 2015

Dissonant Chords






Dissonant chords,
Shrouded, within the livid folds of life.......
Dance amidst the storm.......
Like fingers rushing across the keys.......
A music, mantled by dark shadows of lonely fear.......
Beguiling, like birdsong, in the middle of the night.......
Playing the souls of men.

Saturday, December 12, 2015

Synesthesia






Can you hear the colors.......
Does the music flow in a symphonic rainbow.......
And a word, masticate, like the tasting of creation.......
Why does the lighted photon speak to my heart
In the rhythm and pulsebeat of another land.......a world apart?

Monday, November 02, 2015

I Want To Fly






I want to fly
Free across the sky;
Unbounded, by the fetters
Of my little world.......
I am transfixed by a wanderlust
That propels me,
Like fairy dust on the wind:
I want to see the stars,
To feel the winds that birth tornadoes,
To befriend the moonlight.......
Who so often guides me in its serenity;
I want to discover the beauty a land
Covered, in deep natural hues.......
The freedom to fly,
Is the freedom to wander
Across the land, as oasis one day,
And stormcloud the next,
To lift above it all,
And freely lay my bags behind.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Thoughts






Have we not pondered these things:
Even in childhood,
Through all our days,
And those long whimsical nights;
And have we not sung the songs
Which grew.......
Out of the revelation of the story within us,
And around us;
And have not these songs been born within us,
To direct, and encourage us into the story;
To become one with it,
We seek it out.......
We see it in flickers of motion;
And as we grasp.......
It is we who are apprehended by the story;
And by the Storyteller, Himself:
Truth is,
We, have been apprehended on our search,
But it is the glory of God, to daily renew Himself;
And this apprehension,
For each time of its seeing.......
Is its own renewal....... 
As if, this night of seeing it
As though I had not seen it before;
Does not mean that I have not seen it before:
I am not speaking here
About degrees of comprehension;
But of depths; of penetration.