Day: February 13, 2019

Oh God, the voice, the hand , the touch, save me         

Is what I make  original and new?
Can  Imagination   rise and fly with me
To   recreate the glory   this child knew?

Who lit the candle flame that brought me view?
Who opened up my inner eye to see?
Is what I make  original and new?

We’re birthed  into a culture others grew
We´ŕe part of that,  responsible and  free
Oh,   recreate the glory children knew

We make music with our voices too
The ram’ś horn  or the string/ed lute make plea
Is what we make  original and new?

The charcoal on the paper is a clue
I sail  with joy upon my  inner sea
Oh,   recreate the glory    children  knew

Oh,God , oh eye,  have mercy upon me
Oh God, the voice, the hand , the touch, save me:
Is what I make  of worth and pattern new?
To create , to live , must  we know Calvary?

Pascal said  the heart reasons too

Hellebore_2019-2I once had some underwear blue
Which fell off and stuck to my shoe
So now I wear red
As it matches my head
Does that give you any new clue?

I  had corduroy trousers for work~
The zip broke  but no student looked
Pascal was so riveting
They ignored my  unzippering
Since then I ‘ve converted to shirts

The heart has its  own reasons too
Not just the   mind as we knew
So  go by your feeling
And leave others reeling
These lessons are are all I shall do

I liked him as he lay down in bed
Waiting for ideas in his head
He saw visions   with meaning
Which were alsi steaming
No wonder he  wrote what I read

Playtime

I went to a meeting-== I spent years heating
—– are the sheep bleating?
————————————life is so fleeting

Is it going to rain=    am I growing insane?

Is that a potato === how did you rate her?

Am I all red==========Amy drinks blood

Am I a Catholic?—– Damn all in politics

I love your wall paper——Will the viewers all caper

I am an unconscious racist——–I’m a non sponsored Fascist

Still anti=Semitic===== Shrill panties  in limerick

I felt sorry for Job—— asphalt on my robe.?

Is Satan God……… your statement was odd

I saw the light———–I saw the blight

Are  you ok————— Eeh,Dinnah poke me

I am a wicked  person======Iron the Vicar,Jason

Follow my bliss—– a hollow kiss

What a fine dish———What, God is Irish?

 

By the light of your vision

God did  not live in the cellar
God did not live on the roof
God did not sleep in the attic
But God does  remember the truth

Pray by the light of a candle
Pray by the light of the moon
Pray by the light of your nature
Sing as you compose a tune

God is a way of explaining
What logic cannot express
God is as clear as the letters
You  write when you suffer distress

Far away like the iceberg
That caused the Titanic to sink
You think God lives on the altar
He lives in the moment you blink

Bushes that burn with no trigger
Tablets that are made out  of stone
The  little voice heard in the silence
Asking that humans atone