Shell Out

backwards drawl
into the stagger
wager
my pager -
bent out into lakes
all right
alright.

no need,
i wrote it
in another lifetime

(i might be a child, run a mile).

but this night
with this soft light
telling me
alright
i am a peace
of ocean rhthym
finally being lines:
cross the finish rhyme
i can shell out
not sell out
for sense of stream exudes
esteems.

- November 22, 2009

Moses (questions for the professionally unprepared)

Conflicting
Sticking
Fixing
Whatever you do
Do not skip me.
I am your leader
(But a child)
Ready to love,
Lead the “chosen” many to the Promised Land.
But, there will be rebels
Bedraggled
Bed-ridden
Unknowns
Whom I do not know
See/Hear/Feel.
And how can I
So small myself
Be the soul to them all?

- December 30, 2009

eschatology for the present

we are the walking wounded
waiting in the shadows of doubt
for the final release
wondering:

can you take us there?
will we go where we see stars?

while we wait,
there are those who stop-
drop everything -
waiting for the world to fall

tonight i saw a woman
maybe two
who saw through those walls
went ahead
(no waiting)
and sewed my soul back whole.

Lily of the Field

My muse was once this white dress-
is now myself-
since strips and layers are torn off.

Time refines the bride
until she
naked as the day
she was born
dies,
reappears.

Still unblemished,
my scars are only skin deep
and I stand strong for the day
when Christ my King
washes me in a water
too strong
too heady
for this world.

In my darkness,
I am stark.
Seen as I once was:
A child of water waiting to be filled.