***** hands

With rust and dirt;

Hard work

Is my child play

With nuts,

Screws and bolts;

Toiled fingers

They dismantle

They repair.

Kings and queens
Of what is green;
They touch heaven
With prickly fingers
And stand on hell
With gnarled feet;

Mountain clothing,
They cover to the sea;
Red is their color,
Green is their hair;
Their arms are many
Oh, so high they reach;

So old they are,
Wise are they;
Their smell goes
Beyond the Rockies
And south to the desert;
They are home to me,

Heavy and rich
Chief Seattle's
War canoe is from
Their back bone,
His oars are from
Their strong arms.

On metal wings
I take up speed
To a place of
Sweet solitude,

To touch the face
Of my Maker;
Higher, ever higher
This bird will take

Me, beyond clouds
So vast I fly with
Such ease and grace
To the sun I climb

Only to stall and fall
To the clasps of earth;
Yet she will receive
Me in do time, dear.

Drip, drop, drip, drop
Coffee drops,
O how they fall;

It growls, it purrs
When each drop falls
Below to  black seas;

Steam! O steam!
Is it mad, is it upset
When coffee it makes?

It is hot, it is warm;
Carful little fingers,
They can burn!

Smell, sniff, inhale
The aroma it brings
To warm the senses.

It is done, it is ready!
O goody! Like Papa,
I of four have my own!

Let me shut out, close up, disappear;
Why hurt so much, I know what
Happens next. Settled? Lets
Move again for you will never be.

They appear only to fade again,
So don't you cry, this is what you
Are in. Yes they love yet it won't last
Not like in story books and tales.

Like a ghost they see me in the
Passing of time, only to remember
My shell. They say he was a good
Boy, a bad boy, never knowing my

Context and of whom I really am.
You are different then who they
Are, being like them is what I hate;
Superficial is what they are.

I hunger for their love only to be
Deprived; now let's disappear.
Why does it matter how they feel?
I am only a ghost of a shell of who

I am to them. So let's become ghosts
To hide and shy away in my caverns
Where no one may come but only
To hide, to love and be loved by me!

Come, oh child of mine;
To Papa oh please come!
Cry on my shoulder,
No one is watching,
No one is judging;
I am here ready to listen,
Ready to hear;
My arms are strong with love
So let go of what you hold,
Leave it here with me,
I will make sure
You wouldn't have to
Hold it again;
I love you, my child,
So don't be scared to come,
I am here for you;
Tell Me your ***** little secrets,
No one else will know;
I will keep them hidden,
Locked so they may never
See the light of day;
I love to hear you
Calling my name
For when you do
I am right there with you.
Said Father.

Blue and dark, an ocean 
Filled with beast and storm,
An ocean alive, God's 
Creation of sounding  form; 

This ocean a beauty of
Mystery, a danger of adventure.

My vessel sails these waters 
In search of Home, I sail 
Through squall and tempest 
With out maps or compass 

Only God's breeze to guide
Me to Heaven's shores.

The smell of holy soil 
Fill ocean breezes as 
The sight of land fills 
My weather beaten 

Heart with joy; blue, sunny 
Days do not compare, nor 

The joy of braving a storm 
Or sea beast, nor the sound 
Of the sea or gulls after a
Hurricane; only the sight of 

His Celestial shore makes 
Me sing an old hymn.