LIVING WORD

Eloquent surrender

Ill wills surround

Like steam punk headlights

Emblazoned in gold

Tawdry fascinations

Abound

Like derelict timelines

Sold

By the tempted auctioneer

He swears he sells better

But he's just a puppeteer

Mother slams hard

Into third gear

Trying to slow down

Puts strain on the train

Momentum has come

Cannot be stopped

By new intentions

Or birthing pangs

Mary prays from the stoop

Stone rolled back

Caught by the smell

Of oils and myrrh

Shroud lies discarded

Can't interact

He stands at the well

With that heathen girl

Beleaguered clown

Perched like Judas

Stares down

From sad rope swinging

He delights in the supper

Thinks to bide his time

Yet sack of gold

Weighs down his line

Magdelene

Rifles through his papers

Scrolls

Like rolled cigars

Can't make sense of the dialect

But it speaks of Gods

Becoming

And stars

The night light

Hangs over the sea

Bright white wholeness

Waxes and wanes

Prophet strumming

Channels melodies

The tides come in

Then wince away

Calendars collapsing

Bound to Chains

Of 28 days

Needing no lunar landing

Astronauts

Fall from the sky

Like angels

Back to their demanding

The guileless one approaches

Singing songs of yore

Doesn't know

What he's fighting for

Wings silky and smooth

Enclose him

He approaches his path

Swings open the door

Those tired gates of heaven

Creek and squeal open

Been closed for so long

Peter covers his ears

As the Seraphim

Raise their voice in song

Archangels

Sound trumpets and

The bright one

Curses

The horsemen

Ride among us

Pretending elections

Breaking protests

And inciting riots

The trials are personal

To each his own hell

But the adversary

Has come into focus

And in the light of admonition

They will turn tail

Speak open

Sound clear

Eyes alight

In truth - once heard

Swing moments

Away from fear

Eyes brighten

In the Living Word