Marbles

Some say that the gods

Are ever at play,

That the planets roll out,

At random or in game;

That the rising and the fall,

In the breathing of the day,

Moves from a heartless chest,

And a life devoid of divine intelligence.

But I know other-wise.

I have witnessed first,

That God named Christ,

I've seen His Love,

As Life realized,

I've seen His Mind in all good things;

And when I've tired,

Of the antagonists' plight,

When nonsense speaks,

And the stupid make quiet,

When good souls are suppressed,

By this evil contest,

I go to Him. 

Abiding Thyself

"Upon a rock", He sayed, He sayed,

Up on a rock, he prayed, he prayed.

Heliotrope,

Ashes, a pitcher divine,

Not such a goblet,

More a hollowed carved stone.

Succored with fancy,

Abideth this brief lovely while,

Dreams all a'canter: the earthly unrobed.

Pinion the bride -

Rest and rest again,

Take in to her smiles,

Sane greed and eager,

Burning, urging, holding fast,

And asks and asks

And asks… and asks.

Come! Pour forth and be then done (when done).

Oh! Gratitude's recovery, our own soul's bride;

His Will, His Life, in all bestowed honor,

To you, that you,

May herein abide.

The Atheist

Standing on the shore,

Wedged into damp and grainy shell;

Salt breeze skips over the murmuring peaks,

Finds its way to the face,

Of the pelican on the beach.

The eyelids do not blink,

There is no willing strength

To raise or close the lid,

To protect or make sleep;

No cover, nor watery wash,

For that which he looks out from.

He sees water, he sees mist,

He sees clouds laden with rain;

Droplets indent his glassy sea,

Invade the bulk, become the same;

But eyes are dry and paralyzed …

Paralyzed eyes search out a paralyzed sky.

The sky looks down on its suffering son,

That sorry creature, a creature undone,

Pacing the pier, surveying the beach …

Very soon his neck, will not hold up his beak.

Have mercy on the godless man,
The one alike to this sad pelican;
Have mercy too on the godless four -
Pestilence, arrogance, hatred and war!

Time's Agony

For the span of worldly things

In amongst the continuum,

And the sandwich of iniquity,

Corrosive filaments of true mishap

Become a differing history.

And for all of the schemes,

Scribed, penned, planned and dreamed,

Men work the future also

With remarkable unpredictability.

Yet when Time is enslaved

To but a mediocre rendition

Of yet then a further

Ceaseless cyclic repetition,

It wearies of itself,

In agonies paced

Around this one-planed shelf.

But Man has revived

The heart of Time

With new life, and no pain,
In the uncontrived.

Forever Changing

I speak to my Lord

And ask of Him ever,

To be strong with His Word,

To stay constant in Love.

"Love" He says to me,

"Is the one constancy;

And because I give this

As My immutable promise,

All else can change,

And yet remain the same."

Stone's Throw

Ten straining fingers,

Knuckles, the cosmic points

Of intersecting deliberation,

Of now or when or never!