THREADS of TIME

Sweet Angel
in a distant land
my heart strains
like the wings of a bird
seeking flight
heavy laden
deep in the grips of earth
buried by relative matter
irrelative, irreverant
breakin constraints, unshackled
I invoke the Mystery
the threads of space and time
to weave a New Fabric
that will
unite you and I

WINGS of INNOCENCE

A woman scorned...
"no fury has Heaven and Hell
so great"
a broken_Angel
god's gift ravaged
torn
She the Crucible of Love
dishonored, dis-robed
Purity tarnished
in her
the Savior is born
reborn
Crucified
re-crucified
but the Seed remains
in her eternal vigilance
lies the fate of Heaven and Earth
down, down
she must go
her Primal Womb molten
firing, forging
a Sacred Blend

on the Wings of Innocence

SOMEWHERE in MONTANA

Somewhere in Montana
in an ole wrangler's cabin
fed the cows
fed the horses
the sun's slowly slippin
neath the horizon
night shadows creepin up
taking form
a thousand stars above and I'm all alone
somewhere in Montana

on the whispas of the wind
I hear your voice
the fragrance of the sweet grass
carries your scent
but your touch...
your touch
eludes me still
somewhere in Montana

DEVOTION

...and all is right with the world
When?
the Father sitting in heaven above?
No,
can't be
Jesus, the Father descended
received by the Earth
Light enters
the Dark moist Primal Womb
Yielding
the Earth receives
follows upon the heels of Light
with Devotion

alone in this Sacred Hour
savoring the purity of the moment
with no effort
no purpose of its own
Impulses from Light
take on form
made real, Nourished by the Earth
shining forth in Beauty and Splendor

in leading we are lost
in following
we find guidance