ECSTASY O God Most High, forever I shall be in love with Thee; Thy priceless kiss of forgiveness redeems my stained and sterile soul, That I may spend eternity Among the wildly happy free who
BID ME FAREWELL O World, I will not miss you when I go O Flesh, I'll leave you mouldering here below; The world is but a dust speck on the scales The flesh rots back
TIRED OF TIME Tired of Time--bound down with all its fetters Numbers 1,2,3 and A,B,C of letters The step-after-step constant chronologicality Of ticking-tocking clocked-in clocked-out reality
HOLY WOUNDS (A SONNET)
The holy wounds Jesus of Nazareth
Bore in His head, His hands, His feet, His side,
Forgiveness finished full at His last breath;
The church begun when flowed the crimson
HOLY WOUNDS (A SONNET) The holy wounds Jesus of Nazareth Bore in His head, His hands, His feet, His side, Forgiveness finished full at His last breath; The church begun when flowed the crimson tide.
THE WOMAN AT THE WELL My man lay resting in the shade His arm over his eyes was laid His garment stained with dust and sweat
A half-day's work remaining yet.
I cleared away our midday meal
DIVINE LOVE The intensity of Love divine White-hot the inextinguishable flame Jealousy inseverable as death's chains Unyielding as the graveyard's claim. Flesh on
PRESSURE AND THE PRECIOUS
Green plants producing food to feed
Of value to man's daily need
And when the fruitful harvest's o'er
The plants descend toward a value more.
TREES
The quivering leaves of the trees
Blowing lightly in the breeze
Gently to the heart bring ease
So full, so fresh, so green
The swaying branches preen
And groundward fall the
CAMELLIAS
Camellias bloom in winter
Lush beauty out of season
With deeply layered petals,
Colors rich and
Densely dyed, blossoms
Prolific fully fill the
Bounteous bush,
THE WISE MAN My story is long, it might take a while So make yourself comfortable, sit, listen my child The actual events happened so long ago But the content holds Truth you truly must know. My
DECEPTION
"Why do the heathen rage,"
--how short their stint upon the stage--
"And the people imagine a vain thing?"
Can lies dethrone the Truth as King?
GOD'S TREASURY (A SONNET) He notices and knows: the widow's mite Surpasses all the gifts offered that day; Of value more two coins were in His sight Than largest sums the rich could easily
THE MYSTERY OF DISAPPOINTMENT He heals the brokenhearted He will finish what He started; Have decades passed and still desires are burnt in endless holy fires? Remember Moses' bush
