When I climb the steps of Jesus
That will be enough for me
Let the world and all its wonders
Be as though they'd never been
As I climb the steps of Jesus
I can taste the wine and bread
Feel a Galilean sunlight
And the thorns around my head
I have climbed the steps of Jesus
I have left the world behind
Where they lead is not a good place
For me it will do just fine
A sea-faring vessel on Galilean
Sea, fully dutied, dawn's a storm.
The ship's crew saw Christ walk
on water -- disciples inclusive.
Peter bid to partake, Christ said,
"Come." He beheld watery life
'neath the becalm Sea Glass, and
his whole being walks over it, raises
his inner glory to Christ's glory
divine, voice of assurance.
The storm woke Peter and fear
joined the climb. The Sea Glass robs
Peter's leap of faith to a sunken fate.
" ... little faith ... room for doubt."
The storm ends, and Peter is safe
onboard.
A vessel stern bids farewell, and its
crew praising the Son of God, as a
parting wanes a shimmering glass
sea mid a new calm proverbial day.
Shielding Darkness with Virilities of Light
One with the Sword of the Most High,
Promethean by the Thunder, Supreme by Rain
Forever Rising on this Quest Uncaged,
I AM the Blazing One, Soul Glowing like I'm Galilean
Marble Forged, Spirit Gleaming Herculean
Swinging Boons like Viking Maces I ride for the Great North
Tramping the Heroic Course,
Purged through the furnace of the Eternal Awe
I Rise Upward above the Dross,
I Am a Great Warrior, Solar Rexus by name
Set Ablaze, I'm a Bonfire of the Sacred Flame
With the Blade of Thy Will, Thy Kingdom Come
ZIN URU by the Might, I'm the Blazing Sun
Went into your abyss came out scarred,many moons fly by with the ageing Sun and scorched am I by your wondrous yet fickle heart,remembered fondly would be a start, but not mine to make, these choices fall to your path, your Galilean moons.
Mine still spin ,my roots are strong on the earth, yet the fire calls out your name in the air and I can hear your faint whispers hauntingly calling me...a decade has gone by now and still I hear you call, now I have to cut the cord! Goodbye dear twisted love of the past.
My interest you know is as a Poet
All day long I'll be seen,
Your Place or Mine!
Underneath the Stars,
Beyond the Galilean Moons I fly
Everywhere and Nowhere
Believe me or don't
Lies wont help, bless you
Everywhere you will be tripped
So where will yee then roam
Suspicious Minds cast
Ever Ending Constellations
Do I dare to Dream? I do I do I do!
Have No Fear My Friend
It looks like I thoroughly understand
Women cook and men anything they can
Unless you happened to be in a tall tree
Eve will help you sin and do it for free.
Why will women sin again and again?
We are just a bunch of mean old men
Who always go carousing and gallivant
Leaving women behind saying they can't.
So should we avoid all of the suspense?
By saying sinning is a pure coincidence
One with sin in mind who in door did burst?
Will probably be the one who will sin first.
Now the one who always sins the best,
The other people will probably protest
And if he happens to be a Galilean
Everyone with him will be surely agreeing.
But last time we looked into our webcam
He had been born in humble Bethelem
In a big star you could hear God's voice
Have no fear my friend and should rejoice.
Palm Sunday is the start of Holy Week.
The people come with waving palms to hear
Our pastor tell of Galilean meek.
They come both young and old to seek
The Easter message that we all hold dear.
Palm Sunday is the start of Holy Week.
The story never loses its mystique.
More and more parishioners appear
As pastor tells of Galilean meek.
Tears from our eyes begin to leak
As Jesus goes toward death without a fear.
Palm Sunday is the start of Holy Week.
The next few days will be so very bleak
As our Savior to his final fate draws near.
Our pastor tells of Galilean meek.
We hear about the kiss upon the cheek.
As Judas betrays One he should revere.
Palm Sunday is the start of Holy Week.
Our pastor tells of Galilean meek
For Villanelle contest
3/22/13
Do not think me cold of heart
if I decline to kneel before your God.
For I may pass within my mind,
into another room
and find its walls have given way
to vastness such, that if a man
before a throne were there, then he
would draw his hands before his eyes
in order not to see--my ecstasy
is by default...the rooms,
the rooms give plunder to the heart!
There are mansions in my father's house,
and still undreamed,
prepared by still another Lord
who will not wait for death,
imparts no benediction, just a place within
where time will drift away, and love creeps in.
The Savior knew about the lonely place
--led us there in life, and not by dieing;
(There were crosses quite enough
to teach us all of sacrifice) our salvation
trumpet sounded on a silent shore
before a stranger kingdom
than the one we knew,
before the outrage of a second birth,
before the blazing tumult
of a Galilean peace.
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From my kitchen window, one single rose
red in color, bud opening, soft scent.
In distance golden leaves for picture pose,
adjust shutter snap capture heart's intent.
Heart's intent on beauty of God's creation;
not on pleasing three men with my cooking.
Although I serve them as the Galilean,
who came to serve, not to be served as King.
Long in heart to escape into nature,
feeling gentle breeze upon ancient face.
Fall's colors, cool dry air is the real lure.
These from my depressed being those blues chase.
Meals prepared while heart does looking outside.
Spirit lifted above, high thoughts reside..
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words lifted out of their mundane fonts
translucently reborn by the holy obelisk
held between the fingers.
academic talisman...
baptiser of all memo's and textbooks.
speaking in accents niether above
nor below the blue college ruled lines.
sanctified in a cloak of pure light.
Separating all that is secular from sacred.
set in italics along ornamental chapters,
the red lettered jesus walks down galilean shores
with a # 2 pencil and highlighter in his pocket.
prophesying of some alphabetical
ressurection through golden ink,
highlighter and highpriest of all that is
written.
Oh great Jupiter, king of all the planets.
The great gas giant.
A great red spot, a magnificent storm.
You have many moons some large and some small.
The greatest of which are the Galilean moons.
Io, Europa, Ganymede and Callisto.
The flux tube between Io and Jupiter,
A sight to behold.
As electricity jumps from one to the other.
Largest of all objects in our solar system,
Except the Sun, the giver of life.
Brilliant Jupiter many times larger than Earth
And far more mysterious.
*Work in progress*
Galileo made his elegant telescope with wood,
to discover Jupiter's moons, which were four in all;
and he saw with amazement what we see today.
Galileo's creativity and intellect changed
the definition of science and expanded its scope;
and his touch of genius intrigued even a curious Pope.
Never before was Man able to gaze at the wonders
of the unreachable Heavens with the naked eyes...
he allowed us to admire them and praise them eloquently.
And with the superb creation of his Galilean lenses, he shortened
the distance of the galaxies, planets and dippers that had existed
even before civilizations claimed dominion over the earth's rough terrains.
I would have ensued the same cause that motivated young Galileo to choose
a path encroached with many risks and trails, and be the bearer of change;
powerful war machine he invented when the city of Florence was constantly under siege.
He defended the Copernican Theory and was found guilty of heresy,
and while on trial, his innocence gave him more audacity...
that everything he had created, would have honored him with some recognition.
The toes
of Michelangelo's David
are musculinely strong,
second toe a touch longer
than the big toe
as befits a gifted man.
This is how I walk the earth -
in Michelangelo's toes,
gripping the soil
just hard enough
to keep it steadily waltzing
around the sun
in its Galilean galleon.
My toes tread carefully
among the growing leaves of grass
and upward-glancing, jogging centipedes;
carefully on this oblate earth
with all our growing growing woes
to keep my footprint small,
I walk on my toes.
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