Good Friday poem..Squeezing hearts into Banana Pie
Glide,glide through the shackles and your nightmares
Who promises a promiser
All that is an art of compromise, is a sorry wine
Liquid pearl mask of possession
A heart which gives life,and another takes it away
Laughing at all the waste and then our streets
Nothing left to do but tease the fans with lion roars and
hopeful ladies in hot pants
There is always more pieces of a puzzle
A heart that shares seeds many others
To share a chorus but keep it honest
And the wind will be fair
And devoid of your instinctive trouble
When time escapes the confines of my mind,
This sullied birdcage (though touchstone),
I stretched to breakpoint on some days,
(Confining yes, but not outgrown).
Will I remember earthly realm,
My animus to pain be blind,
Accept my homeless overwhelm,
Will Rose exist to call my own?
May Rainbow Promiser amaze,
Creation's clock surrender throne,
(As paupered time reveals existence kind!)
What rules survive to judge eternal bard?
What verdict reached! (We swam in time),
Reborn in love, we live to praise,
Conclusions can't be finished rhyme!
As Saints, we find past sin undone,
Though we still feel, no body's scarred,
As lovers, now we greet the Son,
(As pilgrims meet His star-filled clime.)
Yes, hope's still Bread of Heaven's ways,
Each moment fuels more light sublime,
Christ's siblings play in heaven's endless yard!
Brian Johnston
May 2, 2018
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