Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

Friday, September 9, 2016

To We Who Yet Breathe...

Come, come the sum of moments is not quite accomplished yet

The hum of this and that resumes its course on dawn-spun lane

And you and I, oh my, oh my, and you and I are let

In spite of our dear-oh-dears another ‘try again’

The best and worst of us is not enough to still the tide

That brims across the sky wide scrim of periwinkle hush

In hymns of holy, holy, darkness pales until the light

Is like a raving river rushing through bramble and brush

What royal invitation fills the air with hope’s applause

What Awesome Obligation urges us to sally forth

Where God-breathed salutation re-refurbishes our cause

And His recommendation fills each humble task with worth

Come, come, the sum of seasons spent is not quite finished yet

Though summer scatters pieces of its heart beneath our feet

See, see the air is like a heaven-banquet table set

And we are the invited guests to break time’s bread and eat

Not What We See But How

With eyes man sees but thought perceives

The Matriarch of Difference

For sight is dead if left unwed

With Belief’s holy reverence

With eyes man gapes at sundry shapes

And ogles Subject’s outer form

But with the heart Faith unveils art

That takes our outward gaze by storm

We, soul-spun skin, look see, frown, grin

For what we see depends a lot

Not on facade but we and God

And who we serve within our thought

Psalm 19:7-9

The law of the Lord is perfect,
refreshing the soul.
The statutes of the Lord are trustworthy,
making wise the simple.

The precepts of the Lord are right,
giving joy to the heart.
The commands of the Lord are radiant,
giving light to the eyes.

The fear of the Lord is pure,
enduring forever.
The decrees of the Lord are firm,
and all of them are righteous.

Thursday, September 8, 2016

Time's Way

From four scholars waiting for the bus...

...to one

Time takes,

In time,

All we hold dear

Yet leaves behind

A smile,

A tear

Time gives,

In time

A deeper love

To what we

Once thought

Little of

Time’s give

And take

Would break the heart

Save for

It’s hoard

Of moment-art

...so let us not pine

For some dear memory

But celebrate moments

still waiting to be

Soul-speech

As for me, I will be vindicated and will see your face;
when I awake, I will be satisfied with seeing your likeness.

Psalm 17:15

The wellspring of wonder never runs dry

If the heart is in tune with The Giver

So, sometimes we just stand and let the eye

Hear what words cannot deliver

Thought garners words within its reach

And fumbles, oft with vain appeal

To satisfy through its beseech

The tempest of fathoms we feel

Grief-loss, hope-joy evokes the tongue

To utter words it cannot free

Save stutters, while the heart is wrung

With sentimental empathy

Thus, when the best of thought is mute

And mouth inept where words beguile

We resort to word’s deeper root

A touch, a hug, a tear, a smile

Sometimes the wellspring of words is parched as we struggle to pen wonder

or heart-hunger in full measure!

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Summer Subdued

Through haze of dust and mist and trust

To new Todays we waken

September is Time’s wanderlust-

Filled vagabond betaken

With harvest-hued, summer-subdued

Cone-flower blue recesses

With burnished gold where skies unfold

Hope renewed with our guesses

Time's phase of sweat and groan begets

A sudden, sounder reason

How It, though thief is also Chief

Of each refurbished season

Where morning’s cup is refilled up

With what dusk-vesper dwindled

As swindled fray of yesterday

On dawn’s hearth is rekindled

This begging breed of want and need

Feeds hunger’s wild ambition

And butters dread with daily bread

From founts of seed’s fruition

Where September, time’s wanderlust-

Filled Dreamer-dust is woken

With harvest-hued, summer-subdued

And New Today unbroken

Psalm 16:5-6

The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup;

you hold my lot.

The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;

indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.

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