poems

 
 
WATER IN THE DESERT      See, I am doing a new thing…   Words whispered on the lips of the wind  Stirring softly the soul of the sleeper  Eyes wide as grace divides  the bone from the marrow.     I have already begun…   Rain falls from the doors undone  Heaven heaves a heavy sigh  wine flows from deep below  the barren terra firma.     A pathway through the wilderness…   Rivers run with rampart tenderness  Shifting and shaking haunted shrines  Blood and water together cleanse  the dark depths of the soul.    Rivers in the dry wasteland…   The captains voice hereafter commands  Freedoms call cascades and cries  Parched lungs breath deep refreshed  the genesis in the desert.

WATER IN THE DESERT


See, I am doing a new thing…

Words whispered on the lips of the wind

Stirring softly the soul of the sleeper

Eyes wide as grace divides

the bone from the marrow.

I have already begun…

Rain falls from the doors undone

Heaven heaves a heavy sigh

wine flows from deep below

the barren terra firma.

A pathway through the wilderness…

Rivers run with rampart tenderness

Shifting and shaking haunted shrines

Blood and water together cleanse

the dark depths of the soul.


Rivers in the dry wasteland…

The captains voice hereafter commands

Freedoms call cascades and cries

Parched lungs breath deep refreshed

the genesis in the desert.

MIDNIGHT FLOWER       Red dust earth beneath her body  summer rain lingers on naked skin  hands extend shifting sacred sand  she moves with the dreaming Wind.    Deep calls out to deep within  storm clouds grow in opalescent waves  Spirit sings to souls undone  alive before The Ancient of Days.    Heavens open before her eyes  sweet mysteries drip like honey wild  throne room incense electric surround  the Kings blush and earthen child.    Alive before her glorious groom  she sways within Zion’s power  He speaks her name to mornings song  heavens beloved Midnight Flower.

MIDNIGHT FLOWER


Red dust earth beneath her body

summer rain lingers on naked skin

hands extend shifting sacred sand

she moves with the dreaming Wind.

Deep calls out to deep within

storm clouds grow in opalescent waves

Spirit sings to souls undone

alive before The Ancient of Days.

Heavens open before her eyes

sweet mysteries drip like honey wild

throne room incense electric surround

the Kings blush and earthen child.

Alive before her glorious groom

she sways within Zion’s power

He speaks her name to mornings song

heavens beloved Midnight Flower.