I. FURY & FORGIVENESS

/ Soaked Locusts

You think you have nothing

but guilt and shame

Guilt we all are

Shame nothing

 

Your words

are precious as gold

Saviour

I need them

 

Cursing was his garment

Soaked into his bones

Water in those bones

Taut belt

Locusts eating

/ Red Ridges of Rock

There’s a struggle

I can’t quite know

I see its ridges moving in you

Underneath

the pained push and pull

in your face

 

Shade cast upon eyes

Eyes yellowed grayed in age

Jaded, crystallized

Roaring you went

fists ablow

Fury through the sand

 

Plum plum blooms

upon flesh

Plum

 

One to the deep

One to the deep

Love harrowed won

 

/ Hiding

Adam

You’re always hiding

always hiding from me

 

When you think you’ve

done wrong

 

Come to me,

I’m already coming to you

 

How can I wake up with

such deep sighs within

inescaping

Little breaths

leaking, no permission

 

We drove past that

gashed deer

melted into the road

It stirred,

head lifted through

the red

My mouth in an “O”

We had to keep driving

Oh oh

/ Pass Me Not O Gentle Savior

William H. Doane, composer;  Fanny J. Crosby, words

 

Pass me not, O Gentle Savior

Hear my humble cry

While on others thou art calling

Do not pass me by

 

I’m calling Savior, Savior,

Hear my humble cry

While on others thou art calling

Do not pass me by

 

Let me at thy throne of mercy

Find a sweet relief

Kneeling there in deep contrition

Help my unbelief

 

Trusting only in thy merit

Would I seek thy face

Heal my wounded, broken spirit

Save me by thy grace

 

Thou the spring of all my comfort

More than life to me

Whom have I on earth beside thee?

Whom in heaven but thee?

 

 

 

/ Feathers

There is no time for wasting

Tomorrow I may be gone

if the bell rings

 

Sly face

Split vision of none

Pleasing, venomous another

 

Rubbled city in a cage

Rattling cans following

 

(Sorrow you feel)

bed of sorrow you lay

your head in

 

Feathers, feathers

Gently cover the face

/ Charleston Sun

They returned to face him

 

You

blood on the ground spilt and shed

 

He came through the sacred doors

Sat with them

Waiting for eyes to close

 

Mercilessly ground

life

to death

 

Those who remained

 

Two words

 

We forgive

We forgive

We forgive

 

How can that be said

 

The tears cannot be fled

Fury does not fade

 

Bearing sins of another

 

The writer said

I do not

I cannot understand

this forgiveness

 

No cost can be made

cheap

 

One shining son

Son of righteousness

 

He bore it

 

Darkness breaks

 

Forgiveness will make no less

Throwing down wrong

Daggers killing evil

Marrow scraped clean