Soon, a Peace reign will fall upon these stilling waters
Drizzled, I stand with my head back and my mouth wide open . . . 
I taste sand!

He’ll ripple in.  . . .  I pause, foaming in these whitecaps that once were . . .
Thinking, we’re always leaving somewhere . . .  heading to somewhere . . . but, “Why?”
I drift off in the tide . . .  

Here, I hear mums in my own laughter, “Listen to the traffic!”
Did you thirst? . . .or tap in on your piers?
. . .or poise, peering, emphatically when the surges came raging in.  . . . ?

Some saw it, as putting the wrath on my Carpenters’ Plank!
. . .seeking to destroy That which once, Was . . .  And,  always will be . . .  Our First Peer!

Did you rebuild?

I asked myself,  dancing in this liquid soul . . .   in my waves
While setting the masts on some other grains. . . My!. . .how my sure’s sure do cling to these sleepy eyes!
(On starry, starry nights  . . . we all lie!)

All bobbing amid. . .  lissome,  in our wafting vessels, being held under by might and pride!
Yeah, yeah, yeah . . . The “Grace Mission,” . . . Well, guess what? . . . “Tom and Jerry” are manning it!

“Mieces to pieces!”

To the icecaps, I say. . .here’s to the German-American satellites!”
Here’s to the frozen waters, unleashed, ne’er to recede again!
Ocean on, Captain!

Blue over my blues! Greens? . . . Yeah, Go green!
Choose with me our Protective shell . . . I’m over this Hell!

And shouldn’t I be?

. . . And, should I ever find it glistening on dampened sands, in my darkness. . .
Found velleities,  speaking,  on The Lures of Pan.  . . .   
I’ll know I wished it! . . .Don’t do it!

All prettification will be washed away!
To the jagged edges,  worn away from grit and sand . . .  here’s to you, for gripping the stronghold on the sure!
A call out for all to drink of  His Order of Recollection!

All in order? . . . Decorate His Castle!
Gather today,  all your useless pieces that were willed to come together, placing them, ever so,  to adorn this utmost Peace . . .

See beyond your sea!

Beyond the skies of your baby blues . . .  
Beyond the waters, rose-streaked in the orange hazes . . .  
Rise above and beyond these crimsons in purple!
Lo! . . . under the cotton-like puffs of a Son setting . . . walk the narrow!

Take the path the moon paints, fazing on out to the fish out lines. . .
Casting your all-reflecting images onto the other side!. . . Sowed to receding. . .  will to accede!

So, I say, “. . . plant yourselves on Higher ground!”

A Peace reign will fall upon these stilling waters
Drizzled, let’s stand with our opened umbrellas!
In fervent prayer you can taste the salt of this Heir!

He’ll change our winds!
He can change our directions. . . sending us soaring over His waking waters!
So high,  we can send back the real picture of a “Grace” Mission and it won’t be coming back from a couple of cartoon characters!

Copyright 2009
Kimmy Van Kooten