Saturday, June 22, 2013

O Moon

Pale blue and bright,
silhouetting the earth black
against its creamy face,
while rolling, gently bouncing along the hills;
an over-inflated beach ball
that sinks upward
'til it lies at the bottom of an inky sky;
go, and spill your beauty
on the laughing faces of happy flowers
blooming in every hue.

The restlessness you drag
as if it were a tide, lends itself
to long walks in mid-night
and sleepless wrestling's.
Incongruous and strange you shine
linking each to each without magic,
while the earth replies through the night,
a deep drum beat so people can't sleep.
Tuck up your trailing vestments, O moon,
booming softly through heaven,
and allow my kneeling vigil  'neath sparse oak
an end freed disquietude.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

The Pendulum

Tick tock
Tick tock
Metronome sets the pace
Tick . . . . . tock
Tick . . . . . . . . . . . tock
Time condenses to moments
and the pendulum of emotions
swings again, zenith to zenith
Victim . . . . . . . . . . . . Assassin
and back and forth
to and fro
almost perfect perpetual motion
defying gravity until
exhausted by effort required
to sustain the lie
collapsing in sorrow
sighted yet unseeing.

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Promises Signed In Spirit

The promises signed in spirit,
printed on the moon's pale beam
each effervescent letter
was stamped in a running stream.

Her faith proved light,
her word was broken
having sworn an oath
'twas but a token.

With her hoarse whispered prayer
it was all over,
quit a life now old to her
with just a shrug of cold white shoulder.

The story is thin and wavering,
this story often told;
the terse lips of abandonment,
the red lips that are sold.

Sunday, June 2, 2013

Flint McCullough, Man's Man

I wanted to be Flint McCullough
with his ever-vigilant eyes.
Always out in front,
experience had made him wise;

Judgement, strength, well trained steed,
spotting danger, yet second to the lead,
showing the way, offering protection,
securing provision, unfailing direction.

My first man's man,
forward thinking, anticipating needs;
that dream's been refined,
this man defined by deeds.

He's a servant
     who makes mistakes
with courage of conviction
     and private fears.
He has principles,
     can't always measure up.
He's tender-hearted
     though often tough.

Still a genuine sinner
driven in large part
to be like David,
a man after God's own heart.