Once upon a time
There was more than enough time
To pony up
To horse around
To leap frog

Once upon a time
You could chicken out
Or worm your way in
You could cook your goose
And eat it too

Once upon a time
You could cry wolf
Or clam up
You could count sheep
Or tell a whale of a tale

You could get the monkey
Off your back
Then live high on the hog

But time has outfoxed us all
Nowadays time is on the lamb

I've walked up these hills 1,000 times
And I've walked down them just the same.
I'll walk up these hills 1,000 more
Because each morning ain't ever the same —

The sun rises, casting shadows.
Light and darkness then frame the scene.
God says each morning will be new,
Not wearing on, I sure won't ever see the same this plain.

There's beauty in the clouds,
There's beauty in the rain.
There's beauty in the morning sun
Rising again and again —

I didn't want to walk up the hill this morn…
But viewing this valley and the vista,
I'm sure as hell glad I did
To gaze upon the beauty,
With no need for a frame.

I love Australia,
And its road signs:

“Beware of jumping ‘roos!’
"Crocs crossings,"

Or

“Slow-moving echidnas,”

And,

"Big belly black snakes" masquerading as lines.

Sheep on a grassy green hill generating,
Mirrored the clouds that peppered the sky,
Country living;
“The Great Escape” nearby!

I am just a vessel
for Your love.
That is my purpose,
That is my treasure trove —

You give me words,
You give me visions,
You give me actions to disperse from a safe cove,
Out to a hurting world;
Operating out-of-body and not in ‘safe mode’ —

We ****,
We pilage,
We sacrifice, not for,

But each other;
Destroying humanity —

For a three-second hit of dopamine,
That we can get freely from one another.

God has looked into my heart,
Not at it, but into my heart —
Introspectively,
Microscopically,
Spirtual-scopically...

That lumpy piece of flesh,
holding all my fears, snears, cheers, and revears:

The terror of that lone gunman lurking nearby, forcing a town and the State to ransom for a “new world order.”

The criticisms of others...

Accomplishments in life you held as a goal, not sure if you’d ever bring into the fol’.

And my eternal hope, alarming me when I feel I can’t cope...
Essential to keep me alive,
Essential for me to thrive,
And arrive into my ‘be-ing’.

But it is a bumpy piece of flesh,
Scared with wounds,
Pushed and prodded,
Pumped and plodded
in life, with life
And through life...


“Oh, my heart...”