Up Against the Call

"Our Father who..."

That's okay for you,

do you know who you're

talking to ?

Let's not quibble

about a man in the middle,

I am the me in

familia 

stiff neck hammer head

up against the Call.

Confess the mess. 

If it ain't broke

I'm not using it right,

talking 'bout my heart

it's supposed to be contrite.

Everything He's done for me

I'm taking it in stride,

little lower than the angels

but swelling up with pride.

Would I give a drink of water

to the least of these,

someone's son or daughter

could I heal their disease ?

O MY GOD

do you care about that ?

O MY GOD

don't scare me like that !

What's designed to connect us

been so blind it dissects us,

we all pretend we'd stand up to a tank

it's only on our knees

we have Someone to thank,

-the original Apostles took it to the bank

-but before the Holy Ghost 

-they're kissing up for rank.

He's the Big Brother man,

the care for each other Lamb,

look to the Lion and

join the race He won and ran.

Unchain the attitude,

show your wife some gratitude,

spare your kids the platitude.

A family's more than photos

ribboned in a box,

there's a key in the Blood we share

pouring through the locks.

Walk this mile in the sandals

we're unworthy to unlatch.

Remember He's the Fisherman

we're the daily catch.

"His Name art in Heaven"

hallowed,

is the game.

Due West

The geese don't know

they're Canadian,

tracking due west over

new growth red tip,

pollen spitting long leaf

and the waterway

of Echo Farm Golf Course.

I've got coffee brewed

for my eldest, who seeks

a wife today.

His Chevy half ton trekking

due west to Atlanta,

tracking a computer connection

from a Kenyan lady.

His alarm is

double past snooze,

the spaniel knows somethings up

even if he isn't yet.

It's first light now,

if this is a promise prepared,

we pray for sure election.

On the road to start a family,

Abraham, Joseph,

there's been some travellin' done.

I hear a zipper

close the duffel bag,

this time it's my

son.

San Quentin

Thieves come against locks

on windows, locks on doors.

Your heart can't be stolen

when you give it away.

If your hand be extended,

an inmate befriended,

the crime of isolation

caves in.

At the bars or behind 'em,

lonely is where you find 'em,

the trouble on their faces

is a sin.

We pretend we can't be busted,

convince ourselves we're trusted, but

it's only by His Grace

they let us in.

His Light is not to blind them,

your smile never random,

start by trading places

from within.

Catechism Coins II

The view of the Garden,

from God's windowsill,

has rows of hearts

unhardened,

blossoms of His Will.

Catechism Coins I

Our worship is imperfect

yet He translates it to song.

The treasure trembling in our voices

has been His Kingdom

all along.

Sling Song

The fall of a giant

is just a stone's throw away.

It's not the skill of the wind up

when you let go and let God,

the purpose of heaven,

rides on your arm

to the degree you ride

your knees.

A prayer is both weapon

and shield,

rising like incense

with a megaton yield.

Even a mocker

in his midnight of days,

will cross his heart

and hope to die

forgiven.

It's that simple

and more than the simple

apply.

Clear your throat

and your conscience,

sing the song of a boy with a sling.

Hurl your heart,

hard and high,

'til it lands

in His Hands.

Jamaica Jif

Dawn breaks a robin shell sky,

Achai fruit too high for stones,

twitters, warbles, flute loose

bag of feathered marble notes,

hard shelled insects

stitching the air, 

'til heat

stills all but mango leaves.

Bougainvillea climbs clouds above

hibiscus hide a bus stop,

azuring sea, 

turquoise tin shack,

rolled lavender currency,

hot plate cappuccino, 

sweet Betty cream

dissolves a sugar block.

Perfumed patio, Patois patter

moving forward on the left,

bare feet, bear the weight on the Rock.

Swaying cane sign say,

"Walk good, keep fatalities low."

Hummingbirds and orchids twine

in salute of tangerine nectar.