Approach the Everlasting

To speak of the One who brings to an end the stammering tongue

To ascend the holy Mount never moving further than when begun

To gaze upon Beauty through blinded eyes and to sing the Song unsung

To taste the Bread that satiates hunger yet leaves me starving for more

To dive into the River of Life to drown in order to live forevermore

To grasp that which cannot be grasped and swim in burning fire

And to wholly burn in that sacred Fire never being consumed

Life by and through and within . . . the Everlasting One

Nightmare Ends in New Day Dawning

We have cried now for those who’ve died, but then we saw dreams walking

And then we heard hope talking, and watched new-found peace dawning

On the day of restoration after insurrection and so many years of frustration

Now we choose to make this home our home again as an invaluable treasure

To measure with vigilant care never sleeping, always keeping watch

Yes, the dark night has ended, by the light and grace of God, a new day dawning

With daunting challenges, yet with no more savage malic in high places

This is our day and time of hopeful anticipation, courageous dedication

Of holy purgation, and glorious acclamation with no condemnation

Yes, we’ve cried, but the nightmare is over, our dreams have been awakened

From Where Does Evil Come?

From where does evil come, to lurk so deep in the human heart?

From where or whom was born the dark art, this diabolic part?

Why does humanity so suffer, and where is the heavenly buffer?

Why so much sin that begins again and again with no end in sight?

And how do we fight our depraved nature, light our own dark path?

Why so many white-washed sepulchers in endless rows in sight?

And who hears the newborn cries of life as another aged dies alone?

Mark an appeal to the God of mercy amid the controversy of existence

In persistent chase after an answer without resistance, but assistance,

But how shall we know that holy quiesce never having tasted peace?

So comes the Prince of Peace to grant us lease on an eternity of serenity,

And joy without tears, fear, spears of war and battle gear for earthen drear

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

A Gravel Road Called Glory

An old man once told me a story

About a gravel road called glory

In an esoteric but grand oratory

So I listened to the man so hoary

He said it was a hard road to travel

Your bare feet get cut on the gravel

Yet every step is on sacred ground

But long’s the way without a sound

Why would anyone want to go?

Why would anyone even show?

This is what I wanted to know

As I looked at the falling snow

With a twinkle in his eyes he said:

‘It’s the ending where you begin again, son

It is the path where you’ve ever just begun

And, yeah, it’s certainly a life rife with pain

But each step you take is a universal gain’

So I found that road called glory

And I have just begun my story

But I’ve walked for many miles

And have had my share of trials

And so sometimes I wonder why

Why should I even bother to try

And I stoop down low and sigh

And I lay down ‘n pray and I cry

But then I remember what he said:

‘It’s the ending where you begin again, son

It is the path where you’ve ever just begun

And, yeah, it’s certainly a life rife with pain

But each step you take is a universal gain’

And it’s been a hard road to travel

My bare feet are cut by the gravel

Yet every step is on sacred ground

Along this way that’s glory bound

Because . . .

An old man once told me a story

About a gravel road called glory

About a gravel road called glory

Interpenetrating Love

I in you and you in me and no room for an ugly jealousy

Chosen from eons ago to forgo selfish self-centeredness

Pierced to my soul by eyes belying the hole in my heart

Filled by love ere asking above my self, O heavenly dove

Greater romance with you through the dance of real life

Living now in perpetual thanksgiving forgiving the past

Who could know greater deeper unity in gifted opportunity

To love ‘n be loved by you who are me in carefree guarantee

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

Travel, Relax, Rebirth

Travel, relax, unravel and heal such deep wounds you should be dead

Begin again, even in pain, take the first step, and circumvent Hell’s web

Speed through countries and continents, now cognizant and confident

For this is your time to shine, soul design, goldmine of the spirit, fine wine

Stay close to the shoreline, refine your heart, make yourself the better part

Unravel and heal in eternal travel, deepest wounds fading without evading

End of the journey just the beginning, now worthy, no longer pinning

Life infused everlastingly, without vanity, changing drastically . . . for good