Leave the Door Cracked

Steeple piercing sky, you left the cathedral door cracked for the hunched-back,

For people like me, too feeble to turn handle, never nimble, none-too-quick,

And here there is an altar at which to pray, night and day, whatever one has to say,

And God must be listening from vaulted heaven, ne’er assaulted by cries from below

In tragic humanity’s last great show, throwing caution to the wind at every bend,

So does this poor man kneel and whisper, hushed tone echoing across stone floor

Before rising like incense to throne of truth and justice, with soul-deep moans,

Thank you for leaving cathedral door cracked neath steeple grand and imposing

Marching Forward Undaunted

Marching forward undaunted, lurching forward haunted

By days gone by in vaunted terror, much reckless error,

Bearers of hope, good news, good will, and carefree liberty,

Without sound of fury, nothing to hurry, no reason to worry,

Looking to better days ahead, Love fed, completely satisfied,

Eternity begun, fraternity born, taciturnity turned to kind words,

And this march continues on, only begun, no ending, no bending

. . . marching forward undaunted . . .

Keep Dreaming the Dream

Dream the dream of healing and reconciliation, liberation, and restoration

Of speaking truth in love, healing with compassion, kneeling in humility,

Of walking arm in arm, talking heart to heart, of playing the better part,

Of building a new society, living in propriety, of working quietly in piety,

Of honesty, constancy, comradery, equality, and all fairness in polity,

Of playing instead of fighting, singing and dancing instead of backbiting,

Dream the dream into reality with finality this Day and forevermore!

Happy Martin Luther King Day

All Now to Gain

Our world spins, revolving round the sun, as we keep moving, believing,

Grieving much of what we have left behind, weaving hope into the future,

Never deceiving now, receiving truth unadorned, naked, wisely perceiving,

And we’ll not back down, throw away life’s crown, play the part of a clown,

For we’ve been nurtured at God’s breast, furthered in maturity, encouraged,

Flown high to heaven’s perch, thrown low to hell’s gorge, to live full life,

And not without strife, yet no longer rife with pain, all for us now to gain

That Day Comes

That day comes when love wins over hate, light begins to shine in darkness,

When goodness triumphs ore the bad, and gloom and sadness disappear

From the heart of humanity, and reason drives out all wrecking insanity,

And this day we work toward that so that day will, indeed, come to succeed,

And we cannot grow weary, frightened, or dismayed but advance with cheer

And determination in reclamation of our collective salvation . . . this day,

Then that day will surely come when love wins over hate, light ore darkness,

When the final fight is won, and faith, peace and goodness reign supreme

Tomorrow Will Come

Better brighter days ahead with lighter laughter and stability,

Sweet dreams in sleep with streams of beauty and gentility,

Exciting ventures coming with inviting promises and affability,

Quieter nights so soon with mind-sights of peace and amenability,

Only wait till tomorrow and tomorrow will come with tranquility

Elysium

So far away, Elysium, where day never ends and the cabernet freely flows,

Receive me in your blessed abode, leave me not alone, deceive me no more,

For I was born for your shores, sworn for your stores of golden grain evermore,

Will you take me in to begin again, new life in perfection without soul defection,

Hope everlasting, never asking for peace, for war to cease, nothing to increase,

Never alone, always shone great wonders untold, spirit so bold, lover to hold,

Now so close, Elysium, in never-ending beginning, singing with angels winging

Elysium

Blessed be the New Year

Crawling out from under years of oppressive fears with many tears

To greet the dawning of a new day, to meet hope again without defeat,

Bidding thankful farewell to nightmarish hell and funeral bells,

In anticipation of participation in resurrected confidence in providence,

And very thankful to be alive and not deprived of honest promise

And opportunity to witness justice without impunity, without immunity,

But also love without restraint and charity without constraint . . .

Blessed be the New Year

New Year, New Hope

Crying for peace, churning for goodwill, chasing another year

And will I see you there on the flipside, new ways in new days

Can we put our hearts on the line again to begin again, new again

And trust heaven will rain down on our drought-stricken souls

And leaven our sleep with better dreams, cream of the gods

After tears flowing for years to hear now a promise door open

To an altogether better future of love and nurture

And blessings from above

Crossing Over

In this life now meandering through thickets over rough roads in unlit lands,

Wandering into abodes of wonder, lonely cut asunder from you, dull aching heart,

But there is an ethereal bridge forged of heaven’s gold, nearly immaterial,

To cross over in space and time to eternity to find you, lovely fulfilling counterpart

. . . crossing over and over and over again . . .