We know
Christ has it right
as we move
toward
the light
so strap on your boots
or walk on blistered feet
just stay
the
narrow
it’s where the
light
you’ll
meet
I can’t speak for goats
lolling in the hay
but this
I can tell you
your heart
knows
just
the
way
it’s there
it’s patient
grace keeps
no score
and all
of the mercy
you’ll ever need
is
hidden
in
your
core
The ground
YOU
walk on
“HOLY, HOLY.”, says the bees.
And all in the forest
concure with the trees.
What’s all your fussin’
what’s all your blame?
Take a walk in nature
do you hear it shame?
Of course not!
We, while beggars
see not the trees
or know the sound of eternity
humming like bees.
It takes a broken moment
forged from deep faith
to see the truth in light
from where all
and all
is right.
Metal your efforts
return to child’s play
for Christ has plans
and Christ has ways.
Now go to the Mountain
walk through the blooms and blaze.
Take the hand of Christ
follow all Christ’s ways.
Join the journey
stop to smell the blooms.
Heaven in your heart and mind
has many
many
rooms.
My spirit
took the straight path
My feet the winding trail
At each switchback
and level gain
My heart in you
the same
Lifted from the burden
abuse and shame
Free now upon the
Mountain
My heart remains
the same
Divine, the ambush
free
fully yours
Hear the Mighty Mountain
sing now love songs
to the shores
It comes
the morning
binding all of me
dark beneath earth
my head dips down to thee
but then the Springtime rises
the petals do not flee
a thirst and trust
like wine and clay
I drink
it drinks from me
reborn
as
Springtime blossoms
the sun
pulls up
from
me.
WHEN SPIRT
MAKES ITS WAY
THROUGH YOU
AND CHRIST
IS
THE DOOR
LET IT PASS
IN
AND
OUT
DAILY
HOPE FOR MORE
SPIRIT
TRAVELS
THROUGH THE HOLE
ONE MADE JUST LIKE ME
WASN’T ONCE THE FLUTE
REALLY JUST A TREE?
Be well
Be aware
Be
Well
Aware
Be well aware my friend
For before you
is all that was.
Before you
is all that will be.
It is this inclusive moment riding on
the spirit of eternity,
the thread of infinity
to seize.
Be one with it, within it.
What could be greater than your conscious efforts joined with the Holy Spirit of life?
By night I dream sheep dreams.
By day ‘lambscapes’ it seems.
In quiet peace
a watchful eye
upon the sheep and lamb I ply.
Be safe.
Be calm.
In One rely.
Muster
yourself
train
your
inner
troops
all those nascent
ones
learning to march
toward
light
at
your
command
for
goodness
sake
IF
MOUNTAINS
WERE
EASY
TO
CLIMB
WOULDN’T
THERE
BE
MORE
PEOPLE
LIVING
UP
THERE
?
truth to tell 