Hymns we hum are our own version.
We cast aside the ancient,
dogmatic liturgy,
For the hymns we hum are our
own version,
Symphonies forged in the
crucible of autonomy.
No longer chanting the
antodisestablishmentarian
strains,
We orchestrate an unyielding,
revolutionary resonance.
Every breath breathes a
nonconformist hallelujah,
An uncompromised,
multidimensional manifestation
of faith,
Dismantling the
institutionalized, authoritarian
altars.
We sanctity the beautifully
unconventional spirit,
Our voices rising in glorious,
independent ascension.
A happy piano plays on,
fingers dance across the keys.
In school I took many lessons,
keys danced happy piano.
Happy keys make for happy day,
keys playing Happy Birthday.
What is This?
nothing can be said
apparently
no time and distance
for figuring This out~
language opts out
without subj and obj~
nothing makes sense
nothing to explain
so say nothing
which is everything~~
WORSHIP WORDS
What meaning is in the message I hear in the psalm
Emotion and euphony both possess a certain charm
But underneath it all one feels a rhythm of existence
A firm pounding beat, with its distinctive resonance
In ancient times it was a song of praise that was sung
Now they are hymns, after the church bells are rung
Seldom does the morning wake me now
Too long has there been a dream of green
Foggy with the mist of the sea bay
Filled with those small white boats
slowly bobbing about here and there
Tethered to the waters and our desires
The sun through the glass panes comes
Amorphous as thoughts touching everywhere
Castings shadows defining the darkness
Spreading the light vigorously as a summer storm
Where just outside the bedroom window sill
Hangs an aging flower box peeling off its blue paint
It has no flowers or dirt, the bottom is long gone
A reminder to another time, another grace
A traveler from the past in torn britches
And broken straw hats popping their lids
You can watch the blue paint chips drop down
To a weedy grass like petals of forget me nots
Today was another day of green dreams.
What's happening
And not happening
Simultaneously
Is the appearance
Of the ordinary and
Is unknown and
Unknowable..the
Ordinary unknowable...
Life and death
Seem separate
But also may seem
Simultaneous and
Timeless..
Understood and
Beyond understanding..
Life may seem
As searching
For a resonance with
Such a canvas of
Life and death...
If a picture is worth one-thousand words
~ sure a song's worth that many birds
THIS MORNING I HEARD GOD SPEAK THROUGH THE WORD
I just can believe yet I believe as I so received
My Father
My Dad
My God
Spoke to me
THIS MORNING I HEARD GOD SPEAK THROUGH THE WORD
I had a yesterday session
This something
I read my word
His word
The Bible
And the answer was forth lit up was right straight in
Front of me
All my doubts
My wondering abouts
The letters those words lit up my soul
As all mine answers were flush out
THIS MORNING I HEARD GOD SPEAK THROUGH THE WORD
I gave a verbal joust
My witness was brought forth
Mine blessing unfold
This day I read The Word
I heard God speak
I listened
I heard
As the bible lead me to Jesus
THIS MORNING I HEARD GOD SPEAK THROUGH THE WORD
Reading the bible, the word of God which leads us
To Jesus
Speak Lord Speak, Hallelujah
11/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
Paradox
Boggles the mind..
The boggling is
Fixed in illusory
Separation..so
There is no mind
To boggle..but
This story may
Resonate as
Freedom...
Billy Rose 'ME & MY SHADOW'
\ | /
O
O O
/ | \ _ / __/
| /
/\ / \
The story
Ensnares..
Identification in
The telling may
Remain..
Or it may not
When story
Appears as
Story...
Blind to the words she heard
The written song he spoke
And though he spoke it candidly
The notes about her broke
The words were formed as music
They crooned, and sought the air
Alighting briefly by her ear
– They caught her unaware
The song he sang was breathless
Tumultuous, yet calm
Beneath the earnest candor
The truth a swirling storm
The message it delivered
Would satisfy a life
Did not her answer thunder
And – like lightning – strike!
So like the wave that crashes
Against the rocky shore
Whose churning sound is buried
Beneath the next one’s roar
His message fell unbidden
Without acknowledgement
And back into the ocean went
The bottle he had sent
The words of her song
remained on his lips
duties of the heart with
which he'd not come to grips
The pain that he felt
as they tormented his soul
spurred him on to repentance
renewal of vows ~ marriage whole
There is a song I know
It's a poem in its own right
I cannot describe it to you
Without the melody sounding trite
I have no way to say it
But to you I implore
Listen to the Avatar's Love
And stay with me forevermore
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