WEDDING BLESSING

May long and happy years to come

May hearts and love ne'er grow numb

And life be dulcet as peach or plum 

That all your works and efforts spun

May total more than all their sum

Freed from cares of Life's humdrum

To bask in bliss beneath the Sun.

HER FIRE

 

HER FIRE

Dear Mirasyn,

Know this my daughter dear, the fire fierce that burns your own

While wild to woe filled worlds and warrants worried wonder

May seem to such a searing stab or sorrowed stumbling stone

To me and Mom, your fire’s flame roars true with awe and thunder

Your fire’s light inside your heart is pure and blazes bold

It stands for truth and lights the way for others’ dark dispels

A gift to give to all who need who shiver in the cold

Inspiring all to shed their fears and share their timeless tales

You give a blessing on the crowds of all who gather round

Ensuring all may feel your warmth and know that they are loved

And fill the souls of all your friends and family you surround

Your fire’s hearth is known by all, it’s cherished and beloved

Do no let dim become this fire, be fierce and rise up strong

Be true to you and to this flame that all have sung its praise

For flames that burn from fuel of God cannot be quelled for long

If ever small this flame becomes it shall return to blaze!

You are our fire, fuel your flame, and let your light so shine,

Unhid and true for all these things are ever by design.

Love Dad and Mom

THE RACE

Strong and fierce a beating heart

Starting line at your shoes

Waiting for the gun to pop

Thoughts to win or lose

Pop! The gun goes off

Muscles now come alive

Break ahead of the pack

Fueled by runner's drive

Breath and sweat left behind

Battle to change the lead

Ne'er give up this race inside

Acts you live and bleed

Finish line is now in sight

Leave it now on the track

Heart and soul you give away

Rev up, pass the pack

Lengthened stride, you dig in deep

Finding that grit so true

Finish now strong with no regrets 

Winner? Clear - it's YOU!

WITHIN THIS STONE

WITHIN THIS STONE

Soliloquy of Simon Peter

Up to the lended tomb of our laid Lord 

From whom received of Ar'mathea's heir

To know for mine own soul of what I've heard

I go to peer within this Stone now bare.

Hail John, ye man divine and full of grace

Who raceth quick a furlong's distance mete

And paused, to wait for whom your zeal outpaced

That I might enter first the barren suite.

John:

Lo, Simon JUST as Mary said would be

The hefty stone Sanhedrin's pact once SEALED

Is cracked and rolled withOUT some means or key.

Are THESE Hosea's fettered words fulfilled?

Peter:

O, John Hosea's wond'ring words behave

As water trickling down through paths unknown

He skried destruction O, to Death and Grave

This queried truth I seek within this stone

---

I dare to doff and shed my sandals loose

For holy ground upon hewn stone I tread

Yet brings to mind when last He latched these shoes

Aft washed my feet, though "Nay" to him I pled.

And there I see upon its stone-carved bed

His raiments white as alabaster chalk

A spice soaked shroud for body, veil for head

Fold'd neatly now in THIS abandoned rock.

A burial cloth of woven linen fine

That held the body bruised and broken through

Of He, the King of Kings and Rabbi mine

Betrayed, then beat by Rome whom I beshrew!

But nay, this devil'sh heart that beats within

It turns and tears with pains of hatred's groan

Revealing plain my hypocritic sin

For just as they this heart unseen is Stone

Had I not cried three times to those who asked

And plain as stars in heaven's sky denied

My Lord; and with those words my fate was cast?

This Stone within, my emptiness's pride.

O Wretchedness your weight around my nape,

It suffocates within this chest my breath.

What peace affords and grants secure escape

To leave this vacant Stone, my tomb of death?

Lord Rabbi, hear my cries and know thy son,

Thy promised Holy Spirit send to burn

Away this rot and all decay undone.

Might I again unto thy Grace return?

Ye called me! "Thou art Peter, Cephas, rock."

Am I this man to take this mantle up;

And wend my brethren whither they should walk?

Thou trusteth still this Stone to stay thy cup?

Return O Master, blessed Adonai!

Return from whence they took you cruel. Draw near.

Within this Stone, return to John and I!---

---Alas---, thy words to us made fast I fear

You'd go unto Thy Father up on high.

For you who slept sojourns no longer here.

The Temple gone: its bricks but all torn down

Yet here within this sepulchre of Stone

My Lord took up His body, robes and crown

And crushed Death's head while rising to His Throne

Come John, our time within this Stone hath fled

No more for eye to doubt, nor ear to fear

The testimony true to this be spread

That He who slept sojourns no longer here.

Yea John ---

---He who slept sojourns no longer here

This was a soliloquy I wrote for an Easter ward activity called Psalms to Our Savior. I performed it with my son, Canon.

ETERNAL BEAUTY

ETERNAL BEAUTY

Boast beauty thine, to thee a fig upon a verdant limb

Red ripens rich, replete as Ra's gold rays grow stretched and dim

In Isis' gaze now guards your gift to keep pristine and prim

Thy lovely lips of splendor's touch lack not for depth or lush

They move so graceful like a wisp of Hathor's godly brush

And sing awake the birds to fly between the reeds and rush

Ne'er can compare the sparkled Nile, your eyes of emerald green

In all the world's wealth untold cannot be found nor seen

Earth's treasured jewels are only owned by you my darling queen.

FLITTERING

Flittering

To flit among the flowers and the trees 

Elusive, humming like a hive of bees.

Resplendent plumes of oscillating wings

E’er here then there around in all the things.

Sensational this sight, this bird so small

A hummingbird in flight is awed by all.

MY P.E.A.R.L.S.

 

My P.E.A.R.L.S.

Within my Book of Life, I lay each part,
The Pearls, great in price, that touched my heart.
A key the letters, P.E.A.R.L. guides my days,
To write my path through questions, truths, and ways.

P for the Pond'rings, prayers I plead to Him,
My wond'ring whys and wily whats of whim.
That plague this poor percepting pauper's pleas
And drives my soul, "find strength upon your knees."

E for the Expectations I set high,
My goals and dreams, the stars in my own sky.
Enlightening like elevated guides
That chart my course and carve me through the tides

A for the Answers, all that I have sought
From prayers I've asked, the echoes of each thought,
Replies, responding revelations gained,
Awake! My heart with answers I've attained.

R for the Record, moments gone that came
My joys and trials, written just the same.
Each penciled page a precious portrait penned,
Of stories etched, preserved and unamend.

L for the Lessons learned from living life,
The wisdom trials lend to beating strife.
Today, I learned, and for those yet to be,
I share these gifts for all my Legacy.

S for the Scriptures and the Spirit's flame,
We write the words in which our heart they came,
A burning pow'r within, we can't deny,
And gives us strength and joy in rich supply

Each entry writ, like precious pearls in hand,
Life crafted both, the planned and the unplanned.
This journal mine of pearled thoughts sublime,
Eternal troves to pass the test of time.