The eye in the sky As it passes by Observes and illuminates Us here as we go Where we never know Before and behind our fates A sign of the real Designed to reveal Celestial coordinates By which we will find Before and behind There are no walls only gates Context to context Through one to the next Where light behind darkness waits As shown to us by The eye in the sky
II
Mother Earth I hear you sing Hear me sing in harmony As I bring my offering Knowing that you sing for me And the rest of humankind Those who see and those still blind Out of sight and out of mind Soil and soul and everything
Only those who serve are free Fashioned as we are to be Forged by fire and suffering Coming out the other side As refined and clarified To live past where others died Mother can you hear me sing?
III
Apocalyptic people Strike me as suicidal Should lightning strike their steeple They would forget the bridal Baptismal confirmation Or other celebration Of life as God might send it As some sort of lesser thing Preferring God just end it
Time to hush and hear life ring Within like their steeple bell More of heaven less of hell And what of the rest of us Who still have some things to do Love to give and life to live People like me and like you Who live and have love to give?
Apocalyptic people Think they are the best of us Are the strong but they are wrong Strong people are those who stay Who never find life too long Nor aspire to slip away Keep them to the west of us Toward sunset as we turn east
Apocalyptic people Come and partake of the feast Of life on its wedding day Baptismal confirmation Or other celebration For no matter what you say You will find out you were wrong When lightning strikes your steeple Come and see then who is strong
Apocalyptic people It might be awhile: go long
IV
The rose called Sterling Silver blooms In crystal in sequestered rooms Where ivory meets irony And ebony knows agony Reluctantly but far too well Decapitated and full-blown Where nothing really can be known And everyone only assumes That life must be endured alone While outside in sparkling weather The sun and moon laugh together As the roses bury the tombs
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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