2When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. 3For I am the LORD your God…” —Is. 43:2, 3
i will be a bridge for you if you cannot cross your river gently climb upon my shoulder i will save you from death’s coup
if you cannot bear your burden i will be a bridge for you gratified to rendezvous where life’s strains lithe spirits harden
[Octet 1 is a tribute to the resilience of my friend, NewBeginning.]
§ years a g o a green tree in t h e forest axes h u n t e d me but my r e s i l i e n c e the fellmen dreaded never nor did i e m b e r in the fire tho fames did ‘gainst my soul conspire m y s p i r i t k n e w a r i v e r whose s o l e benevolence w a s a m y s t e r y by whose bequest my bruised knee k n e w n o f e a r s ...
‘twas in h e r eyes at first i queried love emptiness profound saw we not eye to eye then her luscious lips enticed with kisses hiding sharpened teeth my m e t a p h y s i c a l d e f e a t came a m a z i n g l y high-priced c o n s c i e n c e to g r a t i f y now my soul rebounds for love thereof uncoerced me stir does
§ brand new year g i f t e d m e with its f o r t u n e s i n k s for new v e r s e s hungry l i s t e n e r s waiting for my l a t e s t m e t a p h o r s let me scribble on l o v e ’ s skyline ere time fills my space with wry wine let no word that peace abhors l e a v e y o u contemplating w h e t h e r new curses can i m p o r t u n e l i b e r t y or fear stand §
I’d lived a lot of life before i knew what life was for then i scarcely knew what i was looking for until you gave me life to teach me how to live and taught me how to give the day i met you
i’d craved a lot of love before i knew what love was love then was cold and blue the love i languished for cut from you like a knife to teach me how to love and taught me how to prove i can’t forget you
cycles in circles circling in cycles 365 days lurching forward 360-degree fame and trouble annual hurdles senza rehearsals content to watch time gallop onward each millisecond but a bubble
fickle and fragile blessed by the fertile moments of earth rich with God's goodness sheep gone astray, without compliance still, every morning freshly adorning heaven and earth and hills and cool shades lo how the sun brings warmth and radiance!
proliferation of desolation torn by the rage of human nature ...
If God is your solid foundation, good or bad, you're going to be happy, you're going to be joyous if you're in him. And that's what we stand on.—Missy Robertson
my thinking rock makes zero mock under the sweetwood tree expectant sits his selfless wits content to wait for me to bring my grief to sweet relief poured out like healing oil upon each tear that trickles there when friends from me recoil
my hiding rock protects my stock when life is torn from me earth’s emptiness ...