Infinity’s Extant…

Dust-once Said,

Wants drifting,

 

Farmer Choice

To

Thresher Wind

Shifting

 

Salvation’s Captain

Beginning’s End

Lifting

 

His ‘share,

Sword?

And

Spun

Shame

Reaping

 

Twelve

 

Hours in an instant

Turned

Round

Remembered

Keeping

 

Vigil,

-Pulled by

Death

Looming

 

Painful-

Yet

Persistent

 

Seconds drop

Given-blood

Bread-blooming,

 

Gainful

And

Insistent. 

 

Over

And over…

Again

Consuming, a…

 

Borne,

Bequeathed-

An amber 

Bouquet

 

Of limner-life

Swiftly lived,

Surrendered

 

Eternal Essence

In every grain

Crushed

Hereby

Engendered

 

The Faithful

Found

Fused for us

Infinity’s Extant

Flesh and blood

 

Provendered.

 

——————–

 

“And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living being.” -‭‭Genesis‬ ‭2

 

“And to Adam he said, “Because you have listened to the voice of your wife and have eaten of the tree of which I commanded you, ‘You shall not eat of it,’ cursed is the ground because of you; in pain you shall eat of it all the days of your life; thorns and thistles it shall bring forth for you; and you shall eat the plants of the field. By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread, till you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken; for you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” -‭‭Genesis‬ ‭3

 

“who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.” -‭‭Philippians‬ ‭2

 

“I must work the works of Him who sent Me while it is day; the night is coming when no one can work. As long as I am in the world, I am the light of the world.”” -‭‭John‬ ‭9

 

“Jesus answered, “Are there not twelve hours in the day? If anyone walks in the day, he does not stumble, because he sees the light of this world.” -‭‭John‬ ‭11

 

“In Him was life, and the life was the light of men.” -John 1

 

“He shall judge between many peoples, And rebuke strong nations afar off; They shall beat their swords into plowshares, And their spears into pruning hooks; Nation shall not lift up sword against nation, Neither shall they learn war anymore.” –Micah‬ ‭4

 

“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, For they shall be filled.” -‭‭Matthew‬ ‭5

 

“You gave them bread from heaven for their hunger, And brought them water out of the rock for their thirst, And told them to go in to possess the land Which You had sworn to give them.” –Nehemiah‬ ‭9

 

“This do in remembrance of Me.”  -I Corinthians 11

 

“For He knows our frame; He remembers that we are but dust.” -‭‭Psalms‬ ‭103

 

“Whoever feeds on my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up on the last day. For my flesh is true food, and my blood is true drink. Whoever feeds on my flesh and drinks my blood abides in me, and I in him.” -‭‭John‬ ‭6

 

“Jesus said to them, “My food is to do the will of him who sent me and to accomplish his work.” –‭‭John‬ ‭4  

 

“My soul is very sorrowful, even to death; remain here, and watch with me.” And going a little farther he fell on his face and prayed, saying, “My Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me; nevertheless, not as I will, but as you will.” And he came to the disciples and found them sleeping. And he said to Peter, “So, could you not watch with me one hour? Watch and pray that you may not enter into temptation. The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.” Again, for the second time, he went away and prayed, “My Father, if this cannot pass unless I drink it, your will be done.” -‭‭Matthew‬ ‭26

 

“… if you seek Me, let these men go.” This was to fulfill the word that he had spoken: “Of those whom you gave me I have lost not one.” Then Simon Peter, having a sword, drew it and struck the high priest’s servant and cut off his right ear. (The servant’s name was Malchus.) So Jesus said to Peter, “Put your sword into its sheath; shall I not drink the cup that the Father has given me?”” -‭‭John‬ ‭18

 

““Simon, Simon, behold, Satan demanded to have you, that he might sift you like wheat, but I have prayed for you that your faith may not fail. And when you have turned again, strengthen your brothers.”” -‭‭Luke‬ 22

Counting From Zero… Or Past Four Ninety One…

http://www.evanpalmercomics.com/#/ainulindale/

Something sacred
This way
Swings

Mastery
And
Mystery
And
Every now-sweet thing's

Balance in the slaking
Of a broken-heart
A hope-shard shaking

Unhinged
Within my chest.
As if the core of me was crashing, 
Breaking

On the shore
Of some failed future's quest

While running
On answers
Before questions
Fell

My mind
Caught up
With the rest 

I'm in the middle of building
The best
A fetter

That bitter life I'd always wanted
To say I'd rejected for something better

Lest... 

See, I read Tolkien's Silmarillion
And that first chapter still haunts my waking dreams
And these heady impulses by which they're built and broken
And...
Dare I hope
In God again
Redeemed?

 

Pater Mendax Pater… Or The Thorn That Spider Weaves…

 

 It shrinks the world's
Wide edges small-
Smaller,
A self-waning
Circle,
Faux-pledge's
Debt-collar.

 It's a scaled, swift
Treachery coiled.
A slow but steady
Coward's bath boiled.

 It's a pit with your name on it
-Mate!
An incriminating love
Sonnet's
Hate

 Swirling
In the cup of...
Hotel California.
Can't say they
Didn't
-Try-
To warn ya.

 It's a warmth ill-sought
By moth, within flame
And death's life-following,
Baited switch game.

 It's a
Forkéd tongue
Oft'
Hay-heaping
On our Surgeon's
Needle, keeping

 Hope's help
Just
Beyond self's reach
Of what we held in-
Conveyed by speech
 -Sincerely.

Do you trust
Your eyes
To see
Or          Truth
We've heard Heel
Set us free...

Well
Who, then, might our
Captor be...

 But
Liggur
Eða
Sem Lygari?

Daring Her To Doubt…

Pain turns to rain

In those clouded, foreign eyes

And beneath these gray,

My mother’s fading skies

She… slips away

Smiling…

Wound

In a heavy grief,

A fate-defying frolic

Bound

Prayer for relief

Bleeds out 

Life’s question

Burning

Her mourner’s

Fading shout…

It’s almost like He’s

Turning,

Daring her to doubt

His face.

The grace-rich ruler of

Her own youthful bout,

She must ask,

Herself the question,

Will I go away sad,

Without… ?

Child Rest… (or) Fletching Now…

Fletching arrows

Runaway

Just till tomorrow

Becomes today

In tense.

Until nothing else

Will ever make sense

for now.

We’ll find home

Right where we left it

But know it

Better

Somehow.

Love of the Letter… But What of The Word?

An evening with an angelAnd The Door kept knocking!

The chance of a life of lifetimes!

And the cherub glanced, rocking.
“Please, please just-

Just ignore.”

I ask distracted 

Like the dozen times before

Now

Questions …more

I’ve got a few left actually,

Forty- mmmmhhh… 

Forty-four.
“Eh? Home is calling?

Why, what a fuss!

Goodbye’s now falling-

Rift be tween us.
With naught but 

5 answered- 2 minutes each!

And still my miraculous audience -what-

Hadn’t brought God within reach
Of a mind

Now merely frustrated 

When I ought to have been

Well,

Rather elated.
“One last question 

Before you go-

A nagging thing

I’ve just got to know:
Who was it knocking

The door thus and so?”

“Oh, that was my Master

But you …kept saying no,”
The book replied

And tears there did flow.

Whither… ?

A guitar sits in a lost kitty’s corner

Without a single string strung
Still
Years before they’d either been broken,

Tuned too tight by an eager will,

Or bitterly removed and flung
But found and wound

Into rust prone rings

(Like dim and dormant

Dust known things)
Shapes

Rhyming poetic promises

That couldn’t keep?

Wouldn’t be kept

Amongst simpler stories

Sorrow swept

Into a cornered, 

Shrewd, and suspect silence

A question

Spun of prayer-seen stars

For a prophet’s plaited God

Like ours…

Like yours 

Like mine

Like ours.

Life Given Light

We sense it
In our hollow bone’s calling

Midnight’s sky
Some beautiful sight…
And these meteors
Well,
They simply make it more
-so-
Right?
But it also must be shared,
What we, all, ready, really know:
This spectacle we’ve come to enjoy so
-These streaks of green light fancy-
Oh!

How it takes a
Steady heaven stone’s
Falling

Finally

Before we see.

Mount Para…

Peers!

Take highest heed;

Does there exist

A humble pursuit

Paramount

To all else? ’tis this:

God Known

And Him

By choice’s changed fingertips,

By preference’s parried tongue,

By trust’s tuned ears

By love’s lifted eye,

Being

The One.

That Might Have Been The End of a Dock…

Gaping at an age

Full of gatsbiesse

Clumsily acquiring…

Pseudonyms like bandages

For acquaintances as injured

By webbéd accidents

Long ago,

Like Yesterday.
This side of sunrise
But still
Across the bay.