Category Archives: #god

ACROSS THE GOD-HAND COSMOS

Soully by falling heartFeet
i held you lunar love,
the constant companion
over me lighting darkness
A whisper across spaceless
timeWalls sweet Light
my Lunar lovely one!

And all clearly now for me
not division of thought
but by love of precision
I see you up there hanging
across the GodHand Cosmos
And though distance stings
Our midnight kisses memories

And though the sun comes again
I still know the gently softness
of your Lunar Light Breasts
I share the love and beauty
of your gracefull presence
and hunger besets my days
while waiting for My Luna!

:: 11-08-2014 ::


MY LADY BUG SO SWEET

I have a bed made
from the love of you
Oh yeah, it’s true, each pillow
a curve like-the thing
I loved all about you —
and would you say, “Dear, God has a name.”
I took your words and cried all night.
I know God is good but
…my pain; cries as though God-Zero.
God has love and I have a question:
I remember all His glory like-when
I fell into love,
oh yeah, yeah…oh yea
all within you and life.
God is Good and He’s Great
and has a face and a name;
if you faced Him in all His glory,
all the world I’d say, (yeah)
is all of us just struggling
like a ladbug trying to make
a collarKiss upon a neck
and God is great…so Good.

:: 10-25-2014 ::


SILVER FOR BLOOD

If you saw a world
made of love
would the light
destroy your eyes
even if the heart
rejoiced in all
greatness by God
And all the dead
arisen by Grace
to meet loved ones
would the light
destroy your heart

Not if I was one,
like a pebble
in a cold river,
getting by,
by the eddies
of life’s currents

Oh, the heartache
and greatness
just the tip
of a butterfly wing
and the sky above
reaches out to me

And the one who
sold all of this
just a lie —
the price of a soul
all for His glory,
silver for blood.

The Mystery of His Glory.

:: 10-20-2014 ::


THE SPLENDID SOUL!

My sun risen, my reason!
My heart my season!
Where love lives
by Spirit and Heart!
My lover my soul!
By meaing by life!
My children
my world!
By God!

:: 10-09-2014 ::


IT IS MY MOUNTAIN

i know the poem
(and many think, too)
liking like lips seemingly,
touching words with no-
body cares for thinking
slidingSloping reading
but mine are climbing
beating thinking breathing
and sundays a god rests
— unless he’s reading
my own heartBeatings!

:: 09-30-2014 ::


IT IS MY MOUNTAIN

i know the poem
(and many think, too)
licking like lips seemingly,
touching words with no-
body cares for thinking
slidingSloping reading
but mine are climbing
beating thinking breathing
and sundays a god rests
— unless he’s reading
my own heartBeatings!

:: 09-30-2014 ::