Friday, April 9, 2010

These Three Remain

________________


If I speak,

Would you listen?

Would ears

Lie prostrate

In worship

On the highways

Of my tongue?


This town is

Hearty,

But peaceful

Compared to the scattered

War zones,

The tiny hospitals

And shacks

Tucked away in the

Dusty brown

Hills

Of tomorrow.


Yet,

Blood.


My boots kiss

The invisible residue

Down

Monument Avenue.


There is history

Here.

The same struggle.

The same

War

That never

Ends.

That never

Will.

Not in this

Life.


Peace,

Prosperity,

Power. *


These three remain.


But the greatest

Of these

Is

None.

__________________________
*Regards to author Ted Dekker for the three P’s.

--040910--

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

To Marry a Whore

___________________

- for Hosea

I.

Return to me.

You who wears darkness
Like a wedding gown,

Who calls dust and
Ashes sweet friends.

Exchange your wasteland
For Eden,

Your thirst for Plenty,
Your wars for Peace.

Dance like David
as the tent of

YHWH returned
From the enemies of God

With rolling heads
To pave the weary way.

The nations did not know.
They did not turn.

It is not so
With you.

II.

You have been
Bought with the spoils

Of the universe, with
The wine of heaven.

I sold myself
On our wedding day.

Sold my anger,
My fairness, my wrath.

What do you hold
In your hands

That I did not
Give you?

Even your very name
Is borrowed.

Not even life
Can you claim.

III.

You were led
Into darkness

To see Light.
This is why you are here.

Do not trade a complex
Question

For a simple answer.
Neither stop the asking.

Only remember:
life is a

Rolling shadow
With fire behind

And an ecstacy
Unnamed

Ahead.


--Fall 2009--

Monday, April 5, 2010

Eternity's Tongue

_________________


Sorrow is the mortal’s

Food,

But only for a time.


Then he shall fast.


The ravens

Will feed him with

Sweet death


By the bitter

Brook.


It will drop

Like a worm,

Dissolve like


Sugar water

Upon

Eternity's tongue.


--032510 & 040510--