I think its plain, there is no gain..on prevarication
About white powder on a plane.? Another plane
Of parliament, created to sow unity and cement
To foster benefice encourage accord, for there a
Nazi to applaud.?? I speak not alone of my deep
Affront.' But of those who were murdered tortured
By the brunt.. Of fachist thugs infamous men that
Ran amock in europe till the end, of 1945 we know
Think well.? thats over may it ever be so.! The Jews
And Roma, and physically/mentally afflicted also
And homosexuals i raise
That issue.' I really must.! I say never again and place
In God my trust.'
Categories:
benefice, conflict, courage, education, growth,
Form: Verse
Built pondage on the river
To benefice farming and husbandry;
Fruitful sources of food for the villagers.
Right-minded under the Nature.
Any pondage has strengths and weaknesses.
The builder must prepare for its consequence
Pondage can retain the water
From rain or streams of the upper forest.
Pondage can delay the water,
But drainage must be built.
If not, the pondage will evoke problems:
The water will overflow, collapse the dam,
Flood houses and, farms and destroy livestock.
Build a pondage on the mass
Is to retain the people’s thinking,
Must also build suitable drainage.
Otherwise, the people’s needs will overflow.
Limiting men’s minds is breaking their hearts:
The dictatorial way!
Categories:
benefice, farm, heart,
Form: Free verse
Long before the culture wars
Life was calmer on these shores
Instead of magnifying 'racism'
We telescoped 'outer-spacism'
Back then we knew the world wasn't perfect
So many pock-marks of abject neglect
Troubling tendencies oft left unchecked
Defects that we had to correct
Yet it sure seems toxic to label folks 'racist'
Just makes things worse; not to our benefice
So why don't we think like incrementalists
~ Call our affliction 'racial prejudice'
Categories:
benefice, america, language, life, words,
Form: Rhyme
The altar showed anomaly,
an orb of light,
a foil for small realities
that I could easily forget
but for that twilight cast,
to things I touch or dream--
that spirit song sequestered
where I cannot go.
Thoughts of relevance
...of insight
...of perceptions being reconciled
with the mundane
then smiling at myself:
all those are imprints on the mind
vibrating in the here and now
and possibly across the isthmus
in the place where peace prevails.
Orbs are discreet and diffident,
and when you chase them down,
they're gone. No peace remains
this side of consciousness,
yet on the journey of the open heart
an awe ineffable, a resolution that a dream
would trust and understand.
Or a dream within a dream?
Reality is ill defined. Yours, mine...
until the breath is gone
and consciousness fights on
to redefine the light.
And you and I will take awareness
to the end of day--and bless it,
certain that the night descends
to claim its own dark benefice
and decorous ecstacy.
~
Categories:
benefice, angel, peace, peace,
Form: Free verse
Dear Lord:
Please do not let me fall short'
Fore the love of Jesus
Is all telling
And is always' the same
Today, I ask for comfort
Oh Lord, hear my plea
And allow me
Your unrequited
Benefice to refurbish me
For this I pray of thee
I pray for your assurance that
My attitude won't be
So lofty and un-evenly
Sound, give me your glory,
Give me peace, give me happiness
As I pray for this day
With the tenacity
To pave the way
To deal with my sensitivities'
So let us pray
AMEN
GF
Categories:
benefice, dedication, devotionme, me,
Form: Pastoral