My dreams never betrayed me
It was the daytime that I fought
Erasing words I did not say
Discarding others’ thoughts
You know a hand could never hope
to live without their arm
An arm never fights
without a hand to disarm
I dampened end of fingers
extinguished the ill-lit wick
But faith and hope lit another flame
Its scent won’t make us sick.
I know you must despise it
All my words and songs and stares
Like bitter herbs, resent the taste
But brings us heavenly wares.
Seek not tangible work of hands
Bountiful good of lands
Seek not sweat of effort on brow
Milk and honey
sweet culture scent
brew ferment
Dew drop pure, nor lament
Seek not revelling aching
limb and ligament
Slaving till reckoning day
Clutching dear at.most.fear
Seek diligently
Hidden – heard and felt
In the realm of angels
A World within One self.
For this we silently slave
Driving apathy away
Drilling at walls that form
In thin air
Suspended in a thick
blanket of despair
That clouds the eyes
marks our stare
One name desires us,
pierces our side
He asks us ‘Do you dare?’
What we see here is
Swings and roundabouts
The universe
The sea
The atmosphere
Heaven declares the unseen
Seek
Fear not.
Amidst vineyards and streams
rickety bridges, burnt ridges
lies a stone pillar erect
Ebenezer, rock of help to protect
Teach, observe, promise to serve
no wicked intent or self-serving word
Mizpah, watchtower, amidst almond flower
The Master carves out his heritage dream
Gentle rest in valleys green
Shepherd’s wake from hilltop eye view
Finds source of springs to refresh and renew
Lest our wine-skins burst at their seams.
Image: William Mark Fisher painting – American Gallery WordPress
you owe me nothing
All that I gave was of
Mine own volition
Without condition
No returns
Proclaim free
Dived into the murky waters
Held your ankles pushed you out
Before me float downstream
Clear pools channel into the sea
While lying languishing in
A trail of disturbed waters
Forget-me-nots floating
Sediment settling
Ebbs and eddies circling around
Waiting for the tide
To wash me down.
We must
Fight sin
Don’t let it
Seep in
In the same way
We fight
Tooth decay
Cleaning and scrubbing
Night and day
Scraping and chipping
It all away
Yet we must eat
Something sweet
Each day
Tender mercies
Sweet and low
Eternally bearing Fruit
No ordinary love
Faith will grow
Trust. Follow. You.
Come cling to me like mist scented trees
Thou scattered droplets absorbed, restored
Fount o’er leaf tips to forest floor
Endlessly nourished ‘fore scorching breeze
Fleeting, fragile / Hand made clay / vessel overflowing / temporal decay
I’ve laid bare all the fault lines
The cracks in the glaze
Dents of time, shards re-assembled
Re-fired, hand painted and saved.
From far away each seems whole
The fault lines form
An intricate filagree pattern
As if from an Artists’ hand.
Closer seen weakness revealed
No longer a pedastal piece in museum
A working vessel, much used and loved
Content seeps out slowly, replenished from above.
Raku pottery image source
We are often asked if we can refire a broken pot or a statue and make it “perfect” again. A potter simply cannot refire a pot and make it whole again. (Source)
cold dark hard stone / compressed ages / crazy love / diamond shine.
Piled dry parched / under barren sky / delinquint spark rests / beside ignite.
Illuminable reside / rest surrender / hide.
Fuel pile high / heavy dry / coerce embers / elated fly.
Buried ash Wednesday / live breathe / fanned funneled / exalted hearth high.
Relentless Westerly / battered antique bones / breathe weary / rugged stone hill.
Shines its testament / from stain glass sill / to living room throne / cast iron will.
Count the stars of heaven 
