O God so great
to be an infant small?
did You weep,
or perhaps sleep
and never cry at all?

what was it like, sweet Mary,
to ride the night so black?
could you smile,
heavy with child,
upon a donkey's back?

what was it like, dear Joseph,
to know your wife would bear
God's own son,
but he'd be shunned,
a man of many cares?

what was it like, you shepherds,
to see the host's appear?
we're you scared
when they declared
heaven was so near?

what awed you so, O wise men?
was it the star alone?
or the holy child
so meek and mild
who'd descended from God's throne?

what was it like, O angels
to see your mighty King
lying there
in a manger bare
what joy could that sight bring?

and yet that night was joyous!
in ecstasy all sang!
or perhaps instead
they bowed their heads
while praise in heaven rang...

for now the great Messiah
is born to trumpet's blast -
what was it like
that special night

OUR SAVIOR'S BORN AT LAST!!!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/6/2011

The Rockies sing to us at sunrise

      when crystal snow-capped peaks
chant iridescent matins to the dawn,
      the dawn of a fresh new mountain day.

Luminous pastel clouds
     hover across the horizon
painting the hills and valleys below
     in mysterial shades of
lavendar, amber and rose.

The Rockies sing to us at daybreak
      when every crest and vale
unites in raising anthems to the dawn,
      The dawn of a bright new mountain morn.

Forests and fields awaken.
      A bull elk grazes by an alpine lake.
An eagle soars through the morning mist
      over rainbows of Indian paintbrush.
A hilltop lake spills over its rim
      and cascades down the *****
etching serpentine streams in the valley below.

We can hear the mountains singing.
      In every creature, ridge and flower
They bring to us their jublilant songs
      of wilderness, wildlife and wonder
.

We can hear the Rockies singing.

      The mountains sing forever!

*June, 2009

The temple priest has rung his bell.
A cloud of smoke from candles and lamps
Haloes the Goddess, glowing bright
This beat of drums both maddens and dulls.

The incense burns: so heady the musk,
Our senses flounder in the flood.
This endless chant of sacred words
Soon drugs our lips and stuns our minds.

The Goddess, always staring down:
Her painted pupils cut through smoke
And read the secret thoughts we think.
We somehow feel this within our hearts

After our conversation
I was left unsettled, like the pages of my life and been torn out
I left the celebration
As the sky lit up like gold, walking home my usual route

I know the party lasted until late afternoon
and when you are drunk you don't notice much
Empty bottles among colourful, frail balloons
and my glass of wine in the corner untouched

After our conversation
I was left uneasy, like I'd been walking in circles on a straight road
I left the celebration
As the sun woke the city, walking home to the music's echo

I know the party lasted until late afternoon
and when you are drunk you talk too much
Empty words strung in a truthful, painful tune
and my glass of wine in the corner untouched

After our conversation
I was left confused, like I'd forgotten every face and every day
I left the celebration
With a heart that was bruised, and I could hear the sirens not too far away

Today is my birthday
And I don’t have to do a thing.
Not if I don’t want to
I can go on lying around loafing.
I can get up way late
And go to bed as late as I want.
I can watch cool movies
And I have birthday cards to flaunt.

I can have ice cream
And copious amounts of cake.
I can eat like a pig
Until there is no more I can take.
I can sit in BVDs
Or less if I so decided to do.
It feels so good to me
I may take off another day or two.

It means I am older
But it all feels the same to me.
I will change the number
But I don’t feel any differently.
I still like chocolate
And chicken fried and breaded right,
And good sci-fi movies;
Maybe two or three each night.

So sing me the song
And I will blow out the candles.
I’m ready for the party
And all the fun we can handle.
It’s not about presents
It’s all about the celebration
And one more year
In joyous, grateful continuation.

Raining clouds in sun
Celebration in heaven
Mystery for us on earth

another dusky morning.
the summer fog
stole the sunrise a chance.

black coffee spilled over the soul.
another burn telling me
I must rise & get my kicks before midnight.

the sunrise will grant me everything.
but what is everything, what could I lose,
where can I go if I all have already stirs my heart?

I just listen to the song and watch the sunrise;
the summer fog mingles with the heat of the light.
the less I worry, the more it mingles.

I've turned water into wine by not turning it at all,
I've poured my fantasies & dreams, and created a new reality.
And Time is enjoying every second of me.

The song sung by our heart
Our love will tell our tales,

Our small will desire turn to big music
Our two heart will unite

A new season flourishes
Our small will desire turn to big music,

This wedding celebration
Our family celebration
Will live in my world,

This mericolous celebration
The pictures drawn by our heart,

Will live In my world

This love wedding celebration..!

We are dancers of the soul,
Fencing with lauguage
To exorcise our truth,
Our passion,
Our pain.

We are bent over
Retching words from the darkest corners of our souls,
We are laying on cold concrete,
Cheeks pressed to old news print as our truth bleeds out,
Rages out!
Spews forth with the bile of
Words never spoken, not honored or even fully felt,
Yet there
in truth
buried!

Until...
Contained no longer,
They burst through
And like a mob unseating a dynasty,
They chant and sweat and rage and dance
Until their cause is heard and seen.
Until the News at Ten reports
That "the world is NOT AT ******* PEACE!"
That our own kingdoms will not tolerate suppression
And that our souls will be held down no longer.
That we WILL be heard!
We will no longer sit and do as dictated through years and decades and lifetimes of docile abdication.
We will NOT BE SILENT
But with our spines straight
We will rise up and
be heard,
Counted.
And fight with our poetry,
With our ink or keyboard
For the goal of freeing what we know in the depths of our hearts to be...
Our truth

Bless us!