PoHymn: A Rustling in the Stagnant … April 25th, 2018

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Walk Away

Upon this rock a church to build

And then we pray, “Pews be filled”

Waiting for the sinner man

To accept the Christ, be born again

Giving that tithe once a week

To fund this haven for the meek

But the gates of hell are unafraid

Evil seems to have it made

We perch, debate the Holy Ghost

Wondering which of us has the most

Of God’s favor, we call grace

A free pass to heaven, the Holy Place

Yet where’s the salt or the light of Earth

Evidence that we truly have rebirth?

We gather and make a pious scene

Every week at ten-fifteen

And listen to David, Moses and Paul

With stained glass on each and every wall

Or strum a guitar, beat the drum

Standing still, we barely hum

Time to find something clever

While spouting “nos” and certainly “never”

The younger humans are leaving each day

Looking to achieve a better way

And the old saints insist we keep it the same

Searching to find a devil to blame

Jesus wanted to have a people

Not a gravesite with a steeple

It begins by respecting one another

That includes sisters–not just brothers

And walk away from the power of fear

Delighting ourselves to be of good cheer

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PoHymn: A Rustling in the Stagnant … August 19th, 2015

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 PoHymn August 19

Puzzling Our Way

A comedy of errors

A circus of terrors

A frown of concern

A chance to return

To believe in my bluff

Needs to be enough

Then propel this human team

And launch a blessed scheme

For to deny the gift at hand

Is to build upon the sand

Scaling the holy rock

Surviving foolish talk

I move to the light

With a sense of right

Refusing the be denied

Delighted with what I’ve tried

Knowing I am weak

Grants the power of the meek

To inherit Mother Earth

Through the sweetness of rebirth

I embrace the transformed me

Learning what he can be

Then repair the ragged seam

Sewing and reaping the dream

We are not alone, dear soul

Cursed to half instead of whole

But rather, discovering the latest piece

Yes, puzzling our way shall never cease.

 

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