every word
that
we express
a morsel of bread
an expression of love
sent from heaven
in
every word
that
we express

what sound
the
gray iron bell makes
when
we get old
thus
we pay the toll
with
nothing left to hold
but
the
sound of death
from
the gray iron bells

the waves
become
extended hands
that
reach beyond the temple soul
then
pulls me back
into
the
dark wine sea
the
hands i could not see

fear and doubt
looking over
our shoulder
while
we pray

before
the
ink turns dry
this
letter to God
said i
request the bread of heaven
before i die
thus
give me my portion

we
can only imagine
while
faith
is cleaved
unto
the soul

love is not an easy game to play
with
ups and downs
with
a spiral of evens odds and open ends
thus
love spin around
like the carefree wind on a carousel ride
where
the
heart knows where to go
but
finally meets with flesh and bone

oh
sweet summer last
where
i
spent the last day long
with
my
lovely dad
who
is
old and gray
shepherd and sheltered me
with
his steady hands
his voice
filled with light
but
now
he walks with a cane
and
i
shall love him more
each and every day
i
am sure
and still are
for
the
rest of my days
and
forever lift him
upon
my broad shoulders
to let father know
that
i
love you so
i
love you dad

sweet light
what
covers thy heart
to
spend the night
in
heaven's place

a drop of light
a ray of hope
a blessed night
through
the eyes of
our lord
but
giveth all service to
the almighty

truth is the light
that
moves through
every crack crevice and crest
of your soul
obey God's word
thus
seek His wonderful light

birds
climb through
the
cotton white clouds
with
their sharp wings of glory
thus
to measure
upon
the hills and the valleys below
along the way
the
day will come
when
birds have have
faith in their wings

lord
shall
i
open up
my wings
then
let
the earth hold me
but
let
my faith control me

even after
the
stormy rains
where
the
orange and black
monarch butterflies
baptize their wings
in
Holy water
still
managed to flutter
their royal wings
up
and
through the tiffany clouds

the river grows
longer
each and everyday
well
it seems
where
the
river flows
where
there is no doubt
with
all of our dreams
yes
while
the river knows
without hesitation

if
we
know thy rose
for
which
we
are praying
over thee

the people who
possess
the
gifts from God
lord
i want to know
that
i've watch them
spread their
wings of faith
in
the winter snow
when
these fields are
made of gold

yes lord
i
can feel
the
changes coming
i
can feel it
in your gentle breeze
in
the
drifting air
and
through
the
atmosphere
upon
my
heartbeat wings
yes Lord
i am ready for the change

there is no love
without air
and
up through
these clouds
oh
love wants
to go
there
still
more love to be found
but
no love
without air

in pitch black darkness
where
fear and doubt
possess a real kinship
thus
leaped
upon their prey
to gain sustenance
and
eventually
mouse themselves
back into
a dark allegorical cave

cloaked in red cape
she
wandered
through
the
thick pines
with
her
sea coral green eyes
still
lost in the
pinewood forest

what if
only
gray ghosts
thus
leaving behind
a trail of
red dust devils
that
wrestle down
blue windmills
and
sand castles
to the ground
still
an unsolved case

red autumn songbirds
drift through the fields gold
red autumn sycamore leaves
the bright sound of cathedral bells
red autumn rain
make ripples in the pond
until i hear
those red autumn words

lord
what
hidden oceans
exist
beneath the soul
where
life
begins
through
the
word of God
filled
with
oceans beneath the soul

thank you dear lord
for
letting me breathe
this
heaven's air
another day
and
i know
that
i am alive
and
you surely care
about me
with
your
sweet love and mercy
that
you provide me
though
i cherish the day

love is a ship
and set to sail
the
ocean blue
but
love needs
lots of wind
and laughter

a poem
is
the ant
upon
the
green leaf
who
sailed around
the world
in 90 days

what is night
but
a lark descending
from flight
upon
the
sacred moon
where
she dip both her wings
through
the
curious night
upon
the
living water

mama said
boy...the people
in hell
want
a glass of ice water
because
it hot up in here
you understand
what
i am really saying
h-to-the-hell-nah
now
give the people
what they want

lord
we
ask the
moonlit night
that
if she
only wears
her
lovelight lovely

the words
flow deep
down
into
the soul
that
allows us
to speak
these
words of gold

your heart
a living rose
and testimony
that
need sustenance
taking
water and light
thus
air to breathe
your wings of flight

faith
before
we know it
faith is a good neighbor
through
cold gray winter's day
for
someone to hold on to
dear faith
please
don't let go of faith
when
i am flying

lord
strike
thy wings
with
another shakespearean sonnet
i am sure and still are
that
giveth me faith
not to weep anymore
but
to soar and to flourish
once more
through
the
bountiful clouds of joy
and
you shall know that
for sure

lord
pass me the baton
let
faith
run this marathon
towards Mount Olympus
that
dwelleth in the Kingdom of Heaven
and
where
i shall
receive the
sweet crown of glory and victory
at the throne of the Gods

a flock of buntings
with
their
majestic feathers glowing
red blue green and yellow
swarming through
the
joyful atmosphere
swirling back and forth
direction
like an accordian motion
rendition of Gabriel's Oboe
thus
we give God
all the praises
lord
i extract
all my faith
from thee
for
thy will be done

when
God is present
all of our prayers
are answered
while
the
lady moon curtsey
while
the
gentleman sun
tip his hat

hope is a seed
planted
in
the
soul of mankind
indeed
always ready to blossom
in springtime
but
if
we
catch the first breath of hope
then
hope is the first light
that
we shall see

oh
what
autumn pastel forest day
where
the
leaves
break through
and
where
the
leaves shall stay
some red
some green
some blue
and
a little bit of indigo
that
i know
to be true

oh lord
at this moment
in time
right here
in
the
public square light
while
i am down
on my knees
and
i
have nothing to lose
because
i am
chasing after you
thus
holding on to faith
are
you listening lord
just me
to follow you

the
scars of wars
entangled
our
souls
marching
cattle herds
into
the
Steel Vaulted Gas Chambers
and
through
the
Arnold Red Brick Ovens
while
marching us into the wind

trees are
the
poet's pen
to write again
upon
the
paper white clouds
about
the
words that sing out loud

faith
glows gently
through
the
eyes of the moon
where
faith
whispered from the heart
shall bloom

the
voice of  God
a deep baritone blue
near
the
red cedar logs
glowing inside of the fireplace

oh love
is
that sacred bridge
we
shall cross
when
i said
that
i love you
if
that love be not lost
still
love is that bridge

god
shall not
be a
sacred island left alone
thus
one god
is the sacred
reflection of an atom

once upon a time
i was just
sitting on the edge of an
gymnastic olympic size
swimming pool
in Rome Italy
well i got to thinkin'
what if i was just over 300 lbs
and
leaped so high in the sky
i could kiss them angel clouds, over there
then
a swan dive, a jack knife
finish up with a big-o-fat belly flop
and finally splashed water over everybody
while the fire alarms activated
then
who is going to give me some tender loving CPR
well
i hope it ain't that big fat hippodamus lady
wearing that polka dot red dress, sassy yellow stilettos pumps
and gold jewelry around her big neck-bone neck
well, come to find out that i was only daydreaming
with my ignorant self

once upon a time
i was just
sitting on the edge of an
gymnastic olympic size
swimming pool
in Rome Italy
well i got to thinkin'
what if i was just over 300 lbs
and
leaped so high in the sky
i could kiss them angel clouds, over there
then
a swan dive, a jack knife
finish up with a big-o-fat belly flop
and finally splashed water over everybody
while the fire alarms activated
then
who is going to give me some tender loving CPR
well
i hope it ain't that big fat hippodamus lady
wearing that polka dot red dress, sassy yellow stilettos pumps
and gold jewelry around her big neck-bone neck
well, come to find out that i was only daydreaming
with my ignorant self

night
is
a place
where
i still go
to
witness
through
the
green pines and the snow
where
the
branches
touch the moon
but
where
the
branches
want to go

what curious thing
to know
that
love strengthen
the heart
and
i am still sure
when
the light
from
your
heart starts to glow