Send Lazarus

Affluent I was the man
Copiously clothed in opulence
I ate and lived in fanciful faire
A beggar, Lazarus daily lay at my gate
No attention did I ever pay or give

So it was that I died

And Lazarus too
As the worm has turned in eternity
Being in torment
I lifted up my eyes, now beholding Lazarus
Past an abyss I cannot pass

Opulent now, the beggar becomes prince

Now he is comforted
And I, now tormented in this flame
Crying out!

Send Lazarus

Dip his finger in the water
To cool my tongue
For I am eternally tormented in this flame
But the Lord’s voice echoes
Over the abyss that cannot be overcome

Oh Lord I beg thee then

Send Lazarus to my earthly father’s dwelling
That he can testify to my folk
His Spirit echoes aloud and across

If Moses was not heard

And my prophets too
Neither will they be of persuasion
Though one rises from the dead

^{Copyright 2013 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

I Am Both

One side of the mirror is who you are
The other side is who you want to be
Yet Wisdom and Truth enlightens
One must discern
There is imperfection to both sides
The lust, the flesh and the pride of life
They all reflect both ways
As does salvation and grace
One is flesh and spirit
One is just an image
I am both

^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

Kite Flying, Blossoms And Bloom

Yielding blossoms bound
Coming to flower
Strands of sunbeams find their way
To peek upon my consign where
I respite

My kite plays and seeks to be seen

Lofting restless in the coil of the wind
Above and over the trees
Gazing as if jealous
Peering through the yawning of leaves

My string is spun white silk

Held captive to the earth
Where he took flight
From my hand from whence
I dispense his altitude

Pleasance encapsulates me

I am encompassed in a lazy fair of bloom
Sunshine daydreams and a parade of blossoms
My Lord has lain before me

Besides the movement of the breeze

And his push of elliptic aromas
There is a stillness of silence 
Quiet deafening demanding my attention

I think now

I will lie down
Place my hands behind my head
Shut my eyes, breathe deep
And sigh…peacefully!

^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

Princess On The Blacktop

Oh the innocent flirtations of adolescent love
For the investiture of a young maiden’s affection
Watching, observing, holding my grin
I too, once was party to this faire

They bound; they dance, and innocently tease

Blooming on the blacktop
Lasses and lads
Young knights of the lunch table
Scramble for the right to another’s fondness
For youthful princesses await

Take her smile young lad!

Run, run with her
The schoolyard is your kingdom
Bound and dance amid them fair maidens
Around and around
Only once are you young I want to shout!
I do whisper though, aloud, “be carefree while you can”

Warm aspirations leap from their souls

On the cusp, parting their childhood
The true fullness of love they cannot grasp
And yet emotions are in motion

^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

Veiled Scenes Behind The Sun

Perceived glimpses cast emotions
Perceptions give glimpses
Wrapped in a draped veil
Cupped hands you hold out with discretion
An offering of vagueness
When a turning sun reveals

Truth maybe scant but

Concealing the obvious is obvious
When a turning sun reveals
Eyes meeting eyes are not insincere
When the turning sun reveals

A pall fades behind the dark side

Truth in abstention drapes around me
It revolves then evolves
Bending the beating heart
When a turning sun reveals

When the turning sun turns

There is dimness, there is luminosity
Aspirations and bleakness
For all this disappears behind the sun gloaming

^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

Where The Green Rushes Grow

Steadily the stream comes to slumber between the rushes
Dragonflies dart about above the water
Their confusing movements ripple above the water
In a carnival of sorts they move

Windswept clouds, shimmering aspens, towering mountaintops

Reflecting on the quiescent water
Portray, casting themselves, as a moving portrait on canvas
Dare I move and disturb this lazy faire

As a field of wheat the rushes swirl about

Dispensed by the hand of alpine gusts
That move across these dew tipped meadows
Under a sky bathed and swallowed in blue

Thoughts have started to wander afar

On the back of childhood memories
Cares now cast, lost, just for a measure of time
I immerse myself in reminiscing and worship

As with my life’s years

These, my summer withdraws
This situate is a familiarity
As old as my years yet from the beginning of creation

Whose fingerprints are these that draw me here?

Where the fall of man seems not to have fallen
They are yours Oh Majestic Lord
This place where the green rushes grow

^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}

Cherished Indiana Night

Fireflies pulsate, vibrate beneath
Dimly illuminating drooping apple blossoms
Fading from an unseasonal heartland’s heat

A bright crescent moon dazzling plays, engages in stages

With a zephyr that moves over rows of endless corn
They bend and move as if in a slow waltz

Ever so calmly, rocking chairs rasp the porch floorboards

Railings taken over by ivy lends nuance
No one speaks much, no one wants to

The circadian rhythm drama playing out before us

Rest’s its resolve upon us
Life’s amphitheatre scintillating our senses
Harmoniously, katydids and crickets chime in

Oh, we filled our baskets and barrels today

By the sweat of our brow
The barrels now standing by overflowing
In the dimly lit glow of an aged porch light

The aroma of Blue Ash trees drifts about

I feel poised as if in a depiction of a different era
A living portrait reticent forever in my memory
Cherished was this Indiana night

 ^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}