The veins
In leaves
Your
Fingerprints
You’ve
Left them
in the
Trees
Fallen
On the trail I walk
Blown
From
Autumn
Breeze
Surrounded
By
Your Making
And
The bees
That buzz
Around
Picked up
Like a stone
I’m
Glad
That I
was
found
Your Fingerprints
Uncategorized
A LITTLE SECRET
I’ll share a little secret
one I think you’ll heed
The bar tender is serving
a drink I think you need
A round has been given
the price completely free
only takes your effort
to tip the drink
like me
The bartender is generous
and never drops or spills
put your empty glass before him
it’s sure to meet your fill
bottoms up
and
down the hatch
it warms the heart
it’s free
given from the server
to the ones
like you
and me
DON’T BE A GOAT
We know
Christ has it right
as we move
toward
the light
so strap on your boots
or walk on blistered feet
just stay
the
narrow
it’s where the
light
you’ll
meet
I can’t speak for goats
lolling in the hay
but this
I can tell you
your heart
knows
just
the
way
it’s here
it’s patient
grace keeps
no score
and all
of the mercy
you’ll ever need
is
hidden
in
your
core
The Mountain The Blooms
The ground
YOU
walk on
“HOLY, HOLY.”, says the bees.
And all in the forest
concure with the trees.
What’s all your fussin’
what’s all your blame?
Take a walk in nature
do you hear it shame?
Of course not!
We, while beggars
see not the trees
or know the sound of eternity
humming like bees.
It takes a broken moment
forged from deep faith
to see the truth in light
from where all
and all
is right.
Metal your efforts
return to child’s play
for Christ has plans
and Christ has ways.
Now go to the Mountain
walk through the blooms and blaze.
Take the hand of Christ
follow all Christ’s ways.
Join the journey
stop to smell the blooms.
Heaven in your heart and mind
has many
many
rooms.
Divine ambush
My spirit
took the straight path
My feet the winding trail
At each switchback
and level gain
My heart in you
the same
Lifted from the burden
abuse and shame
Free now upon the
Mountain
My heart remains
the same
Divine, the ambush
free
fully yours
Hear the Mighty Mountain
sing now love songs
to the shores
Spring morning
It comes
the morning
binding all of me
dark beneath earth
my head dips down to thee
but then the Springtime rises
the petals do not flee
a thirst and trust
like wine and clay
I drink
it drinks from me
reborn
as
Springtime blossoms
the sun
pulls up
from
me.
The TREE
WHEN SPIRT
MAKES ITS WAY
THROUGH YOU
AND CHRIST
IS
THE DOOR
LET IT PASS
IN
AND
OUT
DAILY
HOPE FOR MORE
SPIRIT
TRAVELS
THROUGH THE HOLE
ONE MADE JUST LIKE ME
WASN’T ONCE THE FLUTE
REALLY JUST A TREE?
BE WELL BE AWARE
Be well
Be aware
Be
Well
Aware
Be well aware my friend
For before you
is all that was.
Before you
is all that will be.
It is this inclusive moment riding on
the spirit of eternity,
the thread of infinity
to seize.
Be one with it, within it.
What could be greater than your conscious efforts joined with the Holy Spirit of life?
SHEEP DREAMS
By night I dream sheep dreams.
By day ‘lambscapes’ it seems.
In quiet peace
a watchful eye
upon the sheep and lamb I ply.
Be safe.
Be calm.
In One rely.
