Jan 2012
Unbroken Utterance
This staff its shadow marks of time were sufficiently ordered the visual appearance of the cross and
Churches stretch around the globe at altars all ages kneel like glittering flakes of fine gold pouring down
Glinting in the light their lives formally knew poverty now rich beyond compare they leave sacred
Surroundings now they walk among the masses entangled in forces of destruction the harder they
Struggle in their own strength the deeper they sink in mire with unbroken confidence the newly gold
Measured ones speak lower your staff here in this dark pit great loving shepherd it is has been
Smoothed by countless hands that have grasped its life rescuing elements each time their tears of joy
And thankfulness has penetrated the grain of the wooden staff it has the fragrance of life told in the raw
Everyone can find traces of their own misguided history along its deep grained lines recognition flares in
The mind and heart the soul once twisted and scared only condemnation emitted sharp and painful
Agony with shame the head brought low but then the master interjected his staff how it’s pure heat
Burned away all impurities the wretch became a white wooly lamb without spot or wrinkle ready for
The promise of forever tomorrow laughter replaced bitter tears the soul all aglow with divine light
That brings the knowing of who’s you are maybe the brambles still must be passed through but a power
Exudes through your frame miles before unbearable now just inches off joy do not the clouds bend low
Enough to touch or is it that now you are as tall as his stature you are as fair as the rarest air as if some
One gathered all the flowers in one place and then caused the sweetest wind to blow over them and
Carry them across your path does the rain trail the great white swan to her nesting place you have found
The secret hiding place of all who found love unconditional acceptance the greatest cry of the human
Heart a lamb was slain that grew into a lion fearful to his enemies but beloved by those that share the
Road he travels no place to lay his head the cost of redemption and many other sorrows he endured
Now you are his heir for a time maybe a path of stones but look up child they lead to mansions did he
Not say I go away to prepare a place for you.
This staff its shadow marks of time were sufficiently ordered the visual appearance of the cross and
Churches stretch around the globe at altars all ages kneel like glittering flakes of fine gold pouring down
Glinting in the light their lives formally knew poverty now rich beyond compare they leave sacred
Surroundings now they walk among the masses entangled in forces of destruction the harder they
Struggle in their own strength the deeper they sink in mire with unbroken confidence the newly gold
Measured ones speak lower your staff here in this dark pit great loving shepherd it is has been
Smoothed by countless hands that have grasped its life rescuing elements each time their tears of joy
And thankfulness has penetrated the grain of the wooden staff it has the fragrance of life told in the raw
Everyone can find traces of their own misguided history along its deep grained lines recognition flares in
The mind and heart the soul once twisted and scared only condemnation emitted sharp and painful
Agony with shame the head brought low but then the master interjected his staff how it’s pure heat
Burned away all impurities the wretch became a white wooly lamb without spot or wrinkle ready for
The promise of forever tomorrow laughter replaced bitter tears the soul all aglow with divine light
That brings the knowing of who’s you are maybe the brambles still must be passed through but a power
Exudes through your frame miles before unbearable now just inches off joy do not the clouds bend low
Enough to touch or is it that now you are as tall as his stature you are as fair as the rarest air as if some
One gathered all the flowers in one place and then caused the sweetest wind to blow over them and
Carry them across your path does the rain trail the great white swan to her nesting place you have found
The secret hiding place of all who found love unconditional acceptance the greatest cry of the human
Heart a lamb was slain that grew into a lion fearful to his enemies but beloved by those that share the
Road he travels no place to lay his head the cost of redemption and many other sorrows he endured
Now you are his heir for a time maybe a path of stones but look up child they lead to mansions did he
Not say I go away to prepare a place for you.
