Death;
"David, are you there"?

Me;
"Yes, I'll be right there".

Death;
"Don't try to run and hide, I will find you".

Me;
"I'm coming willingly, you don't frighten me".

Death;
"It is now your time David".

Me;
"Well hallelujah!
I was bored down here anyway"

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏿‍♂️👷🏻‍♂️

I hurt no one.

Give Him your Sabbath
One day in a week
Rest on the seventh
For Sabbath was made for man to keep

Rest from your work
From your worries and fears
Let this day be for Him
One day in a week

Rest your mind and heart
Let the worries of the world drift apart
For as your father care for the birds
Shall He provide all your needs

Think not of the storms of tomorrow
Let tomorrow worry of its sorrows
Give God your Sabbath,
Every seventh once a week

Let the day of rest be filled with thanks
Thanks for His goodness and mercy
His providence and grace
Offer him this day, this day for His glory

I'm the future
Of my past
And the past
To my future
And neatly wrapped
In the present.

we walk with our past
forever beneath our feet

threatening to erupt like a volcano
or spring back into life, like a vine

it is the stepping stones
that guide us
and the gravity the grounds us

as we walk,
our past and our future, collide

we see the whole of the journey
from birth the death
confronted with every detail of our existence

and still, we walk

we walk