Ominous Storms and Strange

 

Beware ye Isle most glorious

of queens and kings both

Lions and Lambs.

Something wicked and strange

this way comes.

An Ophelien wind portends,

bending its vortexed eye

toward Dover.

The Ides of October

to history amend.

 

Blinding Grace

Line by line

 

Time,

passes, encompassing the soul

in exuberant joy.

Changing  life in fits and starts.

 

Turning, sweeping, leveling

like Autum wind,

Melding  new and old

into One.

 

Creating a blinding image,

more beautiful and rare

than eyes like mine deserve.

 

God,

in His infinite glory and faithfulness,

Pours out Grace upon Grace

Leaving me face down

in Wonder and Praise.

 

“Beware the Hands of The Wizard”: In Response to: Buji-nin – Photo Seeking Caption

Hands hold the vessel ancient, black

Set upon with dragons, bowl to stack.

Its wizard pours out wishes, non shall lack.

Beware his brew, you’ll not come back.

Canticle II

My soul thirsts for the living God. The deer seeks out water brooks.

My most inner self longs for you, thirsts for the living God.

His mountains of stone like Him stand. His rapids and floods cover me.

My poured out soul cannot contain such high thought as these.

Deep calls to deep in holy noise. I fall to my face in worship.

a psalm of David…transposed…

Canticle

My pen is bent to glory. I address my verses to the King.

He anointed me with grace. My pen bends to a noble theme.

Your dwelling places are lovely. Your throne is beyond our comprehension.

Truly it is God who saves me. He is my rock and my salvation.

a psalm of David…transposed…

 

Severed Hope

 

 

Compliantly, urgently listening

with blind hope, ears wide open

as the sheep for the shepherd.  

 

Waiting, searching, seaking

without forethought or line

as a prophet for the Spirit.

 

Wandering, thirsting, hungering

finding dry bones and spoilt manna

such the Gomorrhan I must be.

 

Gazing, seeing, hearing

enlightenment explodes into being

drools from darkness and shadow.

 

Hark the composition of my Muse!

 

No shepherd but serpent.

If spirit, evil.

Carefully tendering my terrible pen.

NOT FINE

Heart screams come in waves

Changing voices UN-explaining

Waiting in loud desperation

The Whole Earth Shakes

Lift up your heads!

He comes, riding on the clouds,

Shining like the sun,

The whole earth shakes!

He is the King of Glory!

Hosanna in the highest!

 

Midas Two

Please return to me! I am transfixed and cold as stone.

Your breath upon my neck was molten honey,

Your horrible sweet strokes left me starving.

 

Return to me! Loose me from a Being of all eyes yet unseeing.

Your touch left me fair and golden. I am beautiful as a corpse,

As a subject for framing. I am gold as stone, a goddess in a painting.