Now

I have taken for myself too many memories

So my solitude needs to struggle with my mind

Until I am forced into a corner by the darkness

And must leave the light of yesterday there behind

For the journey to a Kingdom that is beyond me

Wrapped in a vision or a faith that cannot be seen

And that is greater than any life I could imagine

Or any place my mind or my body may have been.

2012.08.21.1100 ©

Dirt and Dust

I am brutal in my pride and anger,

Lust and greed and sin;

 

I am sad in whom I cannot be

When I seek for my soul’s life within;

 

I am sorry for how much I failed in the past

For the sinner I am and have been;

 

I am sick when I cannot slow down the procession

And am caught in the same daily spin.

2012.08.20.0900 ©

Beyond Me

This life is beyond prayer,

Beyond ritual,

Beyond faith;

It is more thinking I am a sinner

Than a winner or a saint;

It is trying more than the yesterday

That I forget in the Kingdom today;

It is finding a joy in the moment,

In the wonder is it pray or is it play.

A new day is the recurring mantra;

It is the lesson;

It is the song;

It is the finding that in this life we live

We are loved and we belong

To a greater Will and Wisdom

That is surprise and mystery

Because I would choose to abide in the Father

So that His Spirit would abide in me.

2012.08.22.0700 ©

Mercy Me

I am at the mercy of the weather,

Of the other and of my past;

 

I am at the mercy of my body

And the thoughts that pass so fast;

 

I am at the mercy of what’s good

That changes faces and won’t last;

 

I am at the mercy of the will of God

So  wholly vast.

2012.07.09.0700 ©

Soul Speak

Simple being

Wanting nothing

Grace of God sufficed;

Knowing that which is Eternal

From the empty passing life;

You and I, confusion’s sinners

When we find ourselves in strife;

What becomes too complex for the humble soul.

 

Senses calling endlessly

Disturbing inner peace;

Turning what is child of God

To what ourselves can please;

Fighting any thought of suffering,

Dying, sickness or disease;

We become the shadow

Which from the light the body stole.

 

Man too human

Lost at sea

Without an inner rudder

No longer speaks in Spirit flowing

But stammers, stalls and stutters.

2012.07.26.0900 ©