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

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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.

BEE-LIEVING

BEE-LIEVING

Behold the busy bee who yet believes

Amazed is she to see the bees, her peers

Renownedly she raises and reveres 

But cannot see the value she achieves

 

Amend your buzzy mind this day and seize!

Remember this that bees are more than bees

And from each bee the gene of queens unweaves

UNFOLDING

Unfolding

Amid the asters in the autumn dawn

Still slumb’ring on a sylphid maiden fawn

Her legs yet new begin to wake and bend

Lo, lured to life by mother’s loving tend

E’er grows in strength 'til they can leap & spring

Yoked nevermore to youth this yare yearling

This was an acrostic poem I wrote for a coworker as a Christmas gift. She was a newer employee that though new with her skills was becoming very competent. 

ALLEGORY OF A BROKEN ROBOT

 

ALLEGORY OF A BROKEN ROBOT

The broken BOT in pieced lay in dissembled disarray

Long years had BROUGHT the growing rust, its casing dull from all the dust

And soon forGOTten was its gleam, how once it was a proud machine.

Now all disTRAUGHT the pieces thrown, once piled high now it lay prone.

For This Just Was --- a Broken Robot

One day the SPOT on which it lay was bought and sold all in one day.

The owner CAUGHT sight of the heap, and said aloud, "These ones I'll keep."

In his arms BROUGHT each piece with care, amazed to find pieces so rare.

He hauled the BOT up to the space reserved for things that found his grace.

Though This Just Was --- a Broken Robot

Each day he FOUGHT with nuts and bolts, shocked once or twice with wild volts.

And sometimes HOT his temper grew, when nuttin' seemed to be gett'ng through

And though the THOUGHT had crossed his mind, to curse, give up, and trash his find

Like a piLOT stuck to his course, broke that bot like you'd break a horse.

Firm and Stern to --- a Broken Robot

In fine, He GOT the bot restored; but there beyond was so much more.

For he had TAUGHT and the bot had learned, strived to follow its heart that burned.

Fueled by the WATTS that flowed from above, always do good and walk by love.

Broken was NAUGHT the bot anymore, for the man had changed its very core.

Raised a man from --- a Broken Robot