My blog

Label... Poetry Category... Standard Entry Video Information Press Release Event News

• Nearness

  Sunday, Sep 14, 2008 3:00AM / Standard Entry / Poetry / Members only

  Nearness of Deer

  From Psalm 42
  The Nearness of Deer
  to my Heart

  
  
  As a deer longs
  For flowing streams

  Of cool, clean water,
  So my heart longs
  For sensations of serenity.

   

  My soul is cast down to the ground;
  Therefore, I recall celebrations from my youth.
  The majesty of mountain looked down 
  On the vibrant green lushness of land
  That was fed
                  by the crystal clear clean of streams
  That flowed down into the raging peace of river
  As we worshipped God outside the temple.

   

  Now, non-being calls to being
  At the rumble of the thunder drum;
  All the waves of wind and spirit
  With all the splattering patter of soul
  Have washed over me
  As rain roars to ground.

   

  The lightning flash
  Of love commands respect.
  The darkness of knowledge
  Is illumined with questions
  Revealed through prayer
  To the Leader of my life.

   

  I say to Divine Being,
  "You are my rock,
  My Deliverer;
  The Savior in whom I trust.
  Why have you forgotten me?
  Why must I walk around in sorrow,
  While my enemies exploit my work?"

  In an effort to increase my pain,
  As if the adversary were pouring salt
  On my wounds,
  I am taunted by the question once again,
  "Where is your Savior's deliverance?"

   

  Why are you cast down, dear soul?
  Why have you become unsettled within me?

  Put your trust in God, the Deliverer

  For Divine Being will be praised again

  As your Savior, sanctuary and deliverance.

  
  

  Add a comment

• Turtles

  Saturday, Jul 12, 2008 2:05AM / Standard Entry / Poetry / Members only

  Burt and Myrtle, the Cos-muck Turtles

   

  Myrtle, the turtle

  Sat resting

  On the bank

  Of the storm-water pond

  Soaking in whatever rays

  The sun was sending;
  Waiting for the next show

  Of Mrs. Mallard’s

  Floating duckie love.

   

  Burt, another turtle,

  Took a run
  At having some fun

  Making Myrtle into a hurtle

  In the hot summer sun

  [Or at least that’s the way

  It looked.] 

   

  After failing

  To clear her ‘hurtle,’
  However not near,

  He didn’t give up
  On the great turtle cup.

  He kept on trying

  To climb up her shell,  

  To the other side of hell.

  But poor little Myrtle,

  Wouldn’t move one little bit

  [For that he-turtle -hit].
  
  

  She stayed in her place,

  [Thank God, turtles don’t mace,

  You should have seen her face]

  And made ol Burt try to hurtle

  Her without any help.

   

  Poor Burt, it looked like it hurt.

  He had to do all that work

  And all he got was resistance!

   

  After just a trace,

  Of an endless mind numbing race

  In the mental picture space of turtle mind,
  Burt gave

  Up on trying to hurtle

  Poor lil Myrtle,
  the female turtle

  Anymore, forever…
  
  

  [Until the next slow motion burst

  Of Burt’s he-turtle inspiration.

  He! He! He!]

  
  

  Add a comment