A Day

A twenty four hour piece of time,

In which to dawdle or to race;

To linger slow over morning's brew

Or dash about in haste.

The packed-in hourly tedious tasks

(Duties of agenda's will)

Might belie one's own self worth,

Or else with credence fill.

When earth has orbited the sun,

Days duties laid to rest,

Man's still a man- dust to dust,

Each day, his own bequest.

The light of dawn grows pink.

Her tender rays will melt the frost.

And herbs that nature loves the most,

Become an opium drink.

 The robin perched on utmost height,

Endured the midnight chill,

But with a renewed strength of will,

Drinks all, then takes to flight.

My heart is utmost dark and frost-

Your sympathy, the light.

I drink you to dispel the night-

An antidote I like the most.

 What if there were another world, exactly like our own,

And situated in the skies, its mysteries unfold?

Imagine it the new earth, surpassing time and space,

With perfect, righteous, holy, unmitigated race.

On that earth, another me, re-echoing my gaze,

Parallels the self-same thoughts in her congruent face.

What would I say unto myself as I stand close to me,

My perfect self looking agast, yet somehow lovingly?

If humankind could spy the earth as it will be remade

What thoughts would we have of ourselves; what words might we then say?

If time and space were relative, a thousand years, a day....

 

I spy you distantly through fog

in the mind.

madrona bark peels open lids

now too old

to recognize a memory

that is you.

My grandfather lay dying,

His lank hand stretched on mine.

An infant nestled at my breast,

Our heavenly bloodline.

The smell of death lingered near

Mixed up in mother's milk.

Genetic nexus that we share

Was firm yet smooth as silk.

Rich pleasure fused with sorrow

Drowned out my every sense,

And beckoned me to comprehend

That life is but a sequence

Of mysteries divine.

Contrition

Repent not my fainting heart

For fear of consequence

But rather dread a hardening

Void of all common sense

Confess with an intent to please

And humbly seek God's grace

Let love's reformed penitence

A dark visage erase

The tune for this hymn is St. Gertrude
with refrain
by Sir Arthurs Sullivan
It is commonly known as
The Son of God goes forth to war

The cherubim and seraphim sing of a holy birth

In tongue no mortal man in sin can e'er discern it's worth

The shepherds raise their jubilee

All wise men upon earth

Shout praise to One who knew no sin

They sing the Savior's birth

Cruel Pontius Pilate raised a cry

Sentencing our Christ to the cross

The voice of those disloyal now

Count Him as so much dross

They trade their souls and shun birthrights

Despise the law through blind short sight

May mercy bless the faithful ones

Who ne'er forget God's might

Immanuel won the victory so have the Scriptures told

To all mankind in common tongue

A truth that we behold

We sing of sin conquered at the grave

And raise our voices bold

Shout praise to Christ who knows no sin

Yes praise His name tenfold

A fruit is fated to be sliced.

It sings before the blade,

In joyful hope that now at last

It's future has been made.

The slice is swift.

The foodie's fast!

The rind is cut and saved.

The pulp is squooshed and

Squished and smashed!

I've heard that it's been said

No braver lemon gave it's life.

The memory never fades

For citrus that resigns itself

To become lemonade.