Mis concept ion, spun off
sinner man, where you gone and run to?

Gone to Husafell, to **** the stone and run
to prove my worth, as an ox of a man,
equal to
Snorri’s daughter who, legend has it,
could lift the stone and circle the pen twice.

From <https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/husafell-lifting-stone>


Do you hear those hounds of heaven,
did the priest you spat at sic'em on you?

If the order of noble men calls me first
to abhor evil,
who measures the evil I am to abhor, when does
wrong turn evil
?
When is my privacy true; when is my thought,
my time with myself, con-science used
with my reason and my faith,
true
measured for worth
?
What is my mind worth,
in terms of time taken to make it up,
and present it
as my offering, as good works, saying
these are my deeds of creative
wishery, prayer and fasting
?
Fervent, effectual , amplified-
umphed up, past try try try-
past do or die, done,
gone all the way to now,
click- shield and buckler
reconciled, connected
to the importancy in the message,
my message, go on, give it a go,
to agree,
long ago, we could holler across the valley,
all yous, all yous of us, in the sound of my
word,
be at the fire to night.

Nada mas, be there.
The grownups knew why,
not I, I was the child,
to be offered in hope,
me gifted to the God of Oral Roberts,
dedicated to my father's idea of God,
whose throne is in real Rome, not Babylon;
who had invested vast sums of men
to develop a system for purging
evil, after life has left stains,
on any ignorant and arrogant saint…
but little concern for the babe unbaptized,
finding no hope for escaping the wrath.

But the preacher man says, Make a demand,
draw on the source of power, sacrifice,
make something sacred, give it up.

Dedicate your son, and ask God,
make your earnest petition, then wait and see;
only believe.

His daddy believed, he later said
he always had thought
the boy would go into - that was the phrase - go
into the ministry, - he was dedicated,
but he to be dedicated, was me, still,
in his mind,
I think he hoped if God accepted my life,
then Peggy could be healed
of the Leukemia downwinders got, a lot.
She died.
So that never happened, the acceptance
or the reciprocation, apparently,
and rules is rules, Peggy lacked
Papal permission
to enter the good place, as
an infant unbaptized, … shame on you,
my daddy's momma said, shame and blame,
on you, but you better keep
the vow…

Wow,
so you… if you wish, right,
you could change water into wine, that makes glad
the heart of man, and leaves no stain, on the lips.

Some day, they say.