The Lily Of The Vale

This rose
The Rose of Sharon
A meadow saffron of white and violet
Beholden in my hands

I will sip His crimson dew

That confers me life eternal
And for those humble souls that seek Him
Shall find verve shadowed forth therein

This rose

This lily of the vale has withered
Buried and sown
Has risen like seed from the earth

Sons of Adam and daughters of Eve

Of salvation clothe themselves
With chaplets of flowers and crowns
Scented with a golden citron of eternity

Some have sipped this crimson dew

And hearkened to this Passion Flower
Fairer more than all flowers of all fields
And any may come and partake

Copyright Wandering Satellite Publishing 2013

Let The Willow Weep

Wordless the willow weeps
I will lie within her boughs
Inflection of her crying tones
Whilst not bother me

Art thou not a sanctuary to many?

So what say you of your moan?
Slender in your parasol of branches
Say not I feel for you

Articulate to the breeze that enfolds you
Remain with me here tranquil, poignant
May my lure compel you?
Vex not, thou subsist not for thyself

What then say you?

Is the secret to your weep?
Christened are you not…
The weeping willow

^{Copyright 2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

Lunar Shadows (Je t’ordonne d’ adieu)

Lunar shadows
Descend, descending upon you
Crafting a shadow upon the sand
Instead of one, of you, there are two

From the moon I observe

Where you sent me
How your dress dances against you
By the ocean mist blowing in from the sea

Walking all alone like a love song
Gathered had I opals, pearls and dreams to share with you
But lost them I did riding the back of a gull
Soaring back from the white moon with dust and dew

Dolphin come to you by the edge of the ocean

To hear your thoughts echo across the tide cascading
I strain hard to hear what they hear
Can they, you, hear my prayer is dawdling, fading

Some dreams like galaxies are out of reach

The blossom that once was alive
Becomes fading starlight
Wondering back in prayerful reflection the blossom dies

It’s been said faith is the substance of things hoped for

So I call out to you my love song, fare thee well
Adieu ma chanson d’amour…!
Adieu ma chanson d’amour…!
 
^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

Wanderings Of A Satellite Heart

As I watch satellites pursue and roam
The endless nighttime sky
Chasing one horizon for another
It lies upon my spirit to conjecture
I wander and chase
But not as one would suppose
For whence I know
Where my Lord has brought me
His book declares my providence
My paradigm is turning its visage
Restless but peaceful
Straining for the accent within
Silence stays silent though
Plunging forward in His vast grace
I swim up through the luminaries
Past stars looking alive
Giving radiance but dead
Like some of life’s dreams and prayers
I pray, I wonder why the deaths
Seemingly I am empty
Yet… blessedly I am full
I glide throughout my orbit He has set
My Lord keeps me in constant
And so I trust
Continuing on not with displays
But in faith

^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

My Creator

He formed the earth
All that is contained within
Yet he lies in a manager
Not ever to be bridled to sin

To shepherds, to commoners alike

This babe has been unfurled
Yet Savior to a fading dying world
He is a babe, helpless with tear
And kings of this realm for him already fear

He entered the world with straw and barn
Flailing fists to become hands that darn
Already richer than the Wise men’s gifts
This world he comes bearing a spiritual rift

He has not much reason

Or understanding as of yet
But His blood atonement
In the unseen realm has been set

Born for a people already living dead

A shepherd to gather His sheep to His stead
A cross is his prophecy that awaits for him
Emerging empty the tomb will not constraineth Him

His unfathomable love for us he yet not knows

About conquering kingdoms and spiritual foes
Someday soon He will speak Living Words
From our Heavenly Father so for victory we shall grow

His Words like a heart

Shall beat Spirit and Life
With blessings we shall overcome earthly trials
To the one chosen His life

For those whom believe Him for righteousness sake

For unto us He will never forsake
The sting of death will leave itself behind
A torn curtain placates an atonement of kind

Ripped open by sacrifice by the one true King
Before His throne everlasting, Praises we will sing

^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

A Clamor Serene

Noise can be beautiful
Quiet alarming, exposing oneself
Repose and confidence shall be my serenity

Subjugation, suppression of flesh against the soul

Effectual, eventual, is the Almighty’s prose
Grace that pulsates my very being

To him who struggles, whose heart is not wrought?

I have reprieve
Found worthy because I deem truth, to be living, alive

Like the wind

You perceive its effects, yet though
One cannot touch or much less contain with sight

So it is with His Spirit

With stillness, He takes up residence
Segregating flesh and essence

Flesh still occupies, the Spirit has conquest

Show me a man who clamors for peace
And I, will tell of him the truth serene

 ^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

Poem From The Sea

It was on this day the deep oceanic came to me
Calling me, to join them, to play among those romancing waves
They were beckoning me from those tidal pools
On that still summer day

Swimming to meet their laughter  
As waves rolled up the beach
They taught me friendship and love,
Possessions cast out of reach

Glancing back at sand castles

Rising majestically from the shore,
I saw her gathering shells
At the bottom of the ocean’s floor

O thou She called to me from this watery faire

Whilst christened pearls of love, regally, she laid in my hands bare.
Under this deep, out of reality’s reach
Yet I awoke alone, up on the sands of the beach.

I stood, searching the surface of the ocean, I could see no more,

All was quiet and tame.
But it was verve, vitality they had left for me
On the day the deep of the sea came to me

^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}