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.
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
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?
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.
truth to tell 