I Sing A New Song

Once wandering, tossed-out vagabond,
Lost in the wilderness at the cost my life,
My feet stumbled, to the earth I crumbled,
Crying aloud ‘n lying to myself
That I was not really dying . . .

And I longed to belong
To sing a new song . . .

Too proud to admit the crowd had passed
By me ‘n I was drowning in my own tears
And fear engulfed me and seared my soul,
Leaving a hole in my forlorn heart
And no hope for another start . . .

And I longed to belong
To sing a new song . . .

But then you came, crossing desert plain,
With emerald eyes easily spied my pain
And the invisible chain that wrapped me;
Your look pierced deep in me;
You read me like an open book,
Then lifted me in strong suntanned arms,
Russet-brown hair blowing in the wind,
And you carried me to the place I belong,

And, oh, how I now sing a new song . . .
I sing a new song
Because I belong;
I sing a new song!

In the Temple of the Ancient of Days

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On bended knees, head bowed, wrinkled hands folded,
Bands of unseen angels surround the lonely woman
As she prays alone in the Temple of the Ancient of Days

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Cacophony in the streets no longer an anomaly,
Here there is still solemnity and blessed serenity
As old lips whisper into the ear of One who hears

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Screams throughout the city shatter dreams of lasting peace
When all battles cease, but one still prays for that holy day
When people walk in the way of authentic love from above

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Light footsteps can barely be heard and no spoken word
As a young boy walks thru the door across marble floor
And dares to draw near the solitary figure in quiet prayer,
To kneel beside her with real intention to make petition
In his own way in this the Temple of the Ancient of Days

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We, too, may rise from bed to go where there is no need for keys
To bend knees and pray . . . in the Temple of the Ancient of Days

Puch Hole in the Darkness

Why so sad and forlorn, when you were born to be a charm;
Born to be the arm of encouragement for others bothered
By so many alarms and the bells of hell; to speak peace,
And increase joy and confidence, for every boy and girl,
And to hurl away the bite of fright, pestilence of night,
And wraith of day, never to stay, but quick-leave forever
And ne’er return to burn spirits of the innocent so bent
Down by burdens of care, ready to drown in sea of dismay;
Yet here you are to show another way to much brighter day;
Why forlorn, then, as if there’s no reason you were born?
Have not each one of us some serious reason ne’er to fuss?
Have not each one of us some purpose in this circus of life?
Have not each one of us some reason from season to season?
Grow not weary, but show this dreary world very clearly
Your meaning in being who and what you are, like shining star
That you are, and were always meant to be, ere you were sent
From womb of heaven, bright shining, to be one more light…
Candle unhidden; put atop pole to punch a hole in the darkness!

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Note: Originally published in September 2015, this poem is an encouragement to never give in to the darkness that so often surrounds us, as well as an inspiring reminder that we have infinite worth, value and purpose.

Now Comes Your Sweet Breath

Comes your sweet breath with death round about me,
And the putrid smell of hell, and who can tell why,
So there is nothing else for me to do but cry and try
To please you and appease your anger over the danger
In which I plunged myself blind, into a maze of craze,
Because I’d lost all sanity yet still had plenty of vanity,
But you forgot my insanity and plunged into the muck
And mire and rescued me from my dark, dire situation
With unflinching fixation upon my salvation because
You thought me worth the expenditure to snatch me
Away from self-made sepulchre in your own bloody act
Of divestiture for which I never asked or dared to expect;
Yet still I walk these streets where I meet old souls
Filled with holes, hiding in old haunts, boldly taunting
One who walks in love and peace they may never know
Since they ceased long ago pursuing an higher way
In the light of never-ending day, and so in their own
Filth and vomit they stay with ne’er one ray of hope,
And this is the putrid smell of hell heavy with death…
But now comes your sweet breath, your sweet breath

Justice

In a moment of exhilaration I climbed to my position of exaltation,
Scepter in hand, crown on head to execute judgment so very astute;
Like Solomon of ancient lore I would settle the score tween the two
At war from upon my throne seated so high, alone in finest regalia,
And instantly I knew the crone was guilty as the fair lady moaned;
Emerald eyes pierced my heart and stole the better part of reason,
While the old one with leather face, calloused hands shook to stand;
My mind clouded by sweet smile to beguile even the wisest assured
Of victory o’er innocence, villainous intention hidden by pretension
Of humility that heightened my gullibility and mocked my nobility;
And would I try and convict the real innocent though every indicant
Screamed out for the old crone with weary bones, she was not guilty;
Would this prince play party to wicked beauty to execute the duty
Of slave like some whimpered knave?
Or could I rise above pretended love?

Justice

Watch

Take care! They whisper in your ear, though inaudible
Your soul can hear, and your very heart sheds a tear,
And your spirit quakes in fear as they sear your mind
And bind you to your lower self behind numinous bars

Watch

Images fly across your mental screen, scene after scene,
As the harlot queen stakes her claim seemingly so serene,
And you choke on the refuse of your sordid imagination
In gestation of the summation of every wicked temptation

Watch

Stand tall in your inner-self else you fall to siren call,
And take heed to every need and feed on what is right
And just and bright before they punch a hole in your soul,
And leave you for dead in the dead of an esoteric night

Watch

So Let It Rain

In yesteryear I was caught in my own nightmare
Unaware there was a way out and about so free
To be what I was meant to be in complete liberty
In the liturgy of life without such dark misery

And the rain rains down from heaven…
So let it rain

Today I’ve found my way into numinous dream
That seems to hold so very much more to adore,
Leading me to an esoteric shore in cleric garb
Without cutting me adrift from gift of real life

And the rain rains down from heaven…
So let it rain

Tomorrow my vision will walk without derision
In divine decision to provision my destiny,
Turning my mourning into dancing in the waves
Of the world, saying farewell to plight of night

And the rain rains down from heaven…
So let it rain

So let it rain

Breathe Me In

Amazing rapture in loving you loving me
In the sea of life so rife with pain…

Hold me close, hold me dear
As I slide into the slipstream,
Beam of promise, one new dream

And my bout with doubt now disappears
In your eyes while breathing you in…

Breath me in

Hold me close, hold me dear
As I slide into the slipstream,
Beam of promise, one new dream

Now breathe me in

Breathe me in

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Crisscrossing along this landscape
Trying to escape dæmonic rape
With so many paths to choose…

How long will I belong to the days
Of this world of so many ways?

And I long to be one fruitful tree
Planted by a stream of dreams,
Heavenly cream, gleam of angels…

How long will I belong to the days
Of this world of so many ways?

But some are not so in this show;
They glow with an hellish fire
From an eternal funeral pyre

How long will I belong to the days
Of this world of so many ways?

How long… How long?

Note: This poem was inspired by U2’s “40”