A Miracle Stretched…

January 16, 2017

At his first touch

From The Word made Flesh

Upon seeing anew

“I see men like trees walking”

He said

And after 

Given the common view

Sometimes I dare to imagine which 

Was the more fully true?

A Xillenial’s Gift…

January 10, 2017


Bridge over

The river Paradigm’s

Melodic Meander

Through yon modern times

The good old days

Used to pay the fines

That bore the title

Between the lines

-Catch that phrase

‘Fore its rhymes

Step right… this way

Shoot a gander

Left

Out-in the cold

Buy nothing

But theft

We had

Been

Born between

Night and Day’s

Mid-river means

And

Intrepid haze

-Our hard hearts or Jesus-

Saves

Dreams

Over the troubled water

We’re drowning in

Our voice

Flowing into some

Early graves’

Inheritance of Royce

Driven to secede

Excel

At making

Some

Waking waves

Noise

Through the consequence of choice

Tiles

In The Divine’s mosaic

He plays

Us

As We are nobody’s Xillenials

Now

Bold in the future’s

Passing ways.

(The River of Life Mosaic by Gary Drostle ©2010)

Your hand covers the keyhole
And as yet
I still kneel
Perched on the point of the steeple
Yelling
Prayers about how I must feel!
Asking
As if the phone that could ring would
Bring Good
Things as they are in Your heaven-
But where do they go here on ___r earth?


Wanna see an extrovert

Invert?

Well

Come with me and watch

In the years since

It fell

I hurt,

And bitterness bit,

A lot,

 

But we became friends

Watching this movie

And as it ends

 

For me

I Am

Debating Still-

But have I

Ever related more to a quote

Than to Duvall’s wordless sighs?

Unfold…

January 2, 2017


There’s a rolling tone

Set in my mind,

Layed there gently,

Of the casual kind, 

 
By now dead men -fellows

With a few

Chosen words

Folded up into pieces

Of paper teens’

Twenties’ third’s…  
 

Passed through the keyholes

Of poetry past

From yester-thought to

My heart, trembling, fast  
 

In the hands of death

Life writes forward

Over lapses

Ever-stalwart  

 

Intrepid as youth

And yet how old

They read

As we read

And breathe

The same creases

To fold.


Orange juice sun set slowly

Sipping

Evening’s silent peace of rest

Dripping 

Out of heaven mountainward

Gripping the eyes, wrung weeping, 

Wanderers of yon lambent West.


Well

Here we are on the other side

Of fences built by passing time,

And what can we do to be neighborly

But remember

And proceed.

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“Seek the LORD and His strength; Seek His face evermore! Remember His marvelous works which He has done, His wonders, and the judgments of His mouth,”

~from ‭‭I Chronicles‬ ‭16
“I called on Your name, O LORD, From the lowest pit. You have heard my voice: “Do not hide Your ear From my sighing, from my cry for help.” You drew near on the day I called on You, And said, “Do not fear!” O Lord, You have pleaded the case for my soul; You have redeemed my life.”

~from ‭‭Lamentations‬ ‭3

“… he answered and said, “ ‘You shall love the LORD your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your strength, and with all your mind,’ and ‘your neighbor as yourself.’ ” And [Jesus] said to him, “You have answered rightly; do this and you will live.” 
…….
So which of these three do you think was neighbor to him who fell among the thieves?” And he said, “He who showed mercy on him.” Then Jesus said to him, “Go and do likewise.””

~from ‭‭Luke‬ ‭10