Saturday, November 17, 2018

Secret Me In Your Special Space


A blight
upon your Most Holy name
I do not intend or desire.

To be exemplary
in imperfection. Trying
ultimately

to succeed.

Higher than my flaws pronounced I aspire

as a mist rises to evaporate
softly under a warming gaze of a brilliant sun.

Inspired, I am, by a love of mountainous magnitude
covered in snow, then melting
to water lilies, sprigs of lilacs, daffodils swaying
in unified solitude.

A love not by me truly comprehended
as I fear reaping your righteous ire... But let me not forget
please

in a secret place, calm and quiet
I must daily reflect
upon all moments

in which you did me lovingly protect.

Appreciation I gained:

“You are my refuge and my stronghold,
My God in whom I trust.” When thrust into a mire like Jeremiah.
Sinking into a darkness, terrifying.

Praying to you, Father, 'incessantly'.

Then extracted carefully
from wicked clutches
like those traps of a 'birdcatcher'
designed to lure, then snatch from a secure space--

under your pinions.

Your wings spread to shield me from a coldness
which pierces unguarded precious skin.

A treasured pleasure to eternally maintain
I cherish sincerely from my heart touched
from within your shadow.

Although not promised a physical tomorrow
as this world twirls us endlessly in sorrow

empowered I am to courageous be
before enemies lined to frighten me
from my faithfulness. From my integrity... Spiritually strong.

Behind your secured wall I belong.
I pray to "not fear the terrors of the night,

Nor the arrow that flies by day,
Nor the pestilence that stalks in the gloom,
Nor the destruction that ravages at midday."

Independently away from you may I never stray; fly.

Where does there exist any truer blue peaceful sky
than under your rulership?
... Across multitudinous spans of generations flown in reverse

are known 'integrity-keepers' imperfect
still cuddled in God's memory for a joyful rebirth
because, Him, they did not cowardly deny.

They fled philosophies which divide.
Or arrogance, lack of humility, when promoted
non-tolerant racial pride.

Yes, under your wings block me from caustic words
that strip one of dignity. In spitefulness, deride. As you many faithful others did spiritually hide.

Never let me lose my love for you.
Lead me by your spirit, your angels too
through this wilderness expanding to include
babies, children, young adults who
are taught to believe that You do not exist

as they transverse your earth
still proclaiming your Sovereignty
within creations wondrous

daily to exude beauty beyond human capabilities or aptitudes.

Teach me to forever revere your Word. Helping others to observe it whole-heartedly. To overcome worldly, God-dishonoring attitudes.

Keep me hidden
in your secret place, Jah.

Do not let my actions
Your name disgrace

with promotions of worthless platitudes.

Thursday, November 1, 2018

Cocooned

Cocooned (Rafael Alberti - Deception - Brevity)


Cocoons
silken spun.

Worms weaving 'webs' promising 'freedom'

won?

by sons' and daughters'
red

shed over threads
woven 'wrong'

said

in darkness spread;

misled in twilight to fight fiercely for: "In God We Trust".

In God We Trust?

In a 'god' we must trust
continuing a ruse centuries ago used to confuse a naive wife:

'Subjection' is a dirty word.

'Rebellion' is better
heard.

Then Lost: a beautiful home, a loving 'head'.
The 'right' to perfect children not thinking sadly ahead to death.

'Dust-to-dust'

instead of joy, peace, rivers, song.

Not 'enlightened' to: Daily loving

strong 

'brothers'

'happy'

too:

Cocooned.