Eye sick
whole body aches
hand kills
Heart of Jesus
bleeds
wounded by
wolves
tearing humanity
drunken on heresy
blasphemy
self destroying
conceit
Spirit of truth
shut out
conscience
distorted by pride
rationalizing
boredom of sin
with more sin
unchanging slavery
to lust and greed
mud carrying spring
unreflecting God's image
sickening body
of those who drink
weighing soul down
to sleep
smudging eye lenses
not to see
midnight sun error
God's love light
splendor
guiding
to Paradise
of joy
and peace eternal
Jesus
Blood in veins
of Christian Body
wall of faith
hope and charity
joy of heart
crystal clear water
cleansing soul to sparkle
illuminating path
of lovers of truth
Omnipotent
Omniscient Triune God
with Father and
Holy Ghost as one
may every knee on earth
bent in adoration
to Thy Majesty
and Thy holy name
be praised by every
lips and heart
and Thy kingdom of love
come
on earth soon.
Alone,
and riding its momentum
out across the chasm
of an unreflecting void,
is Voyager,
its waning, hopeful beep
an act of faith; there lies within,
a particle of us--
ready to embrace the one
who looks inside.
It is a shell of nothingness
without a dream to nourish its long night,
a worthless orb of metal
in a cold black sky,
hope thrown into a phantom alien hand
unseen, unguided, yet unknown to God,
a Flying Hollander condemned
to yet another seven year eternity.
Still not a journey,
no, not yet--a vanity,
until it meets its purposed end.
So, too, is love impossible,
a non-reality, a formula alone
until it is returned.
Like Voyager, its effort laudable,
like stick to fire, indifferent
until it's burned.
And he, without a lover
will not understand:
We do not fall in love--
we love, are loved;
create and are created--
know, and then are fully known.
~
Thee floor In Mourning what a dust Is this
Neated niceness with cleaning wealth
With powdered mica, coal and seamy
A dust to mine, a dust of pleasureness
Poetic moment sweeping up where
Therely It's Darkness Inhabited bye wonders of Creation and finish
Sweeping In the Season of work
Magic broomed sweeping words
Such dustness stay sententious played
Whence sweeping I truely Industrious bliss Night and soon I heard
A breeze Wind It did not come anear;
A dream It victory shook the table
Around,around, flew each sweet sound
Like one, that on a lonesome Ocean
in the brief dust and light
Develop a Flower that smiles toDay
Tomorrow dies passions all that we
Wish to stay of unreflecting love! _
Then on the precipices of the wide
World I write alone, and pray
Till I Name and Fame says realms adream inside indwellness hous productive words.
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