A brook trickled easily down
As poetry running unbound
And I stood on a rock
To hear the steady stream
Of foreign words gurgled.

A hazy shaft of light beamed down -
Laser-pointing through piney boughs -
And where it gently struck -
Columbine shined and teemed
The floor with emeralds.

By the way a rock pigeon cooed
   Deliberately out of sight
And moved me to rise from bed
   With my own jingle in heart

And July's breath stills the pond
   In its disarming manner
And robs the chimes of their song
   And warms the oleander

And the way a cottontail
   Sits and stirs among the grass
And a quail stands atop the wall
   And doesn't mind my presence

Is something calling again
   From the distant hills outbound?
Is it a small voice within
   Or something hidden without?

What awaits you down the road
   Once you cross the valley bridge?
Should you find it and take hold
   Will it satiate a wish?

Will you bring just a trace home
   To keep like you've never left?
Would you soon divulge of some
   Memories upon your breath?

Meet me at the freshet
   Where there is a gathering -
A swath of pilgrims wait
   For to find eternity -

Where there flows an old hope
   And God's love is evergreen -
Where His deeds are retold
   Of which move our hearts to sing.

Bind His words to your mind;
   Let them be our canopy.
We will uphold in time
   These truths to the enemy

And then Christ will steal us
   To a place of victory -
Forever loved and thus
   Forevermore we will be!

Hope only seems fallen
At the end of battles;
After the dust settles -
It reappears erelong.

Hope carries a spark -
An internal light -
A fire for life
That eschews the dark.

Hope sings an anthem -
Once fear is put out
And despair is bound -
Its song is heard again.

Erratically-tossed sequins
   Mark the places of night's stadium -
A netherworld of colored stones
   For the spry flights of cherubim -

And Jehovah - madman or genius -
   I cannot quite discern -
Overlays time upon us
   And I'm a lowly spectator.

One angel keeps an amethyst -
   Ignoring an agate - then ruby;
I do wonder if by chance
   There's a rock somewhere for me ...

Is there  a dashing deity who shines,
on purpose for bliss amid surreal,
peaks of pure pleasance,
channel for adroit future memory,
desired goals are a bane or bonus,
depending on your vapoured vantage,
authentic rising to enchanted wings.
never known to droop on flight,
yet the cusp of dawn billowed rush hour,
a fetish or fixation to aspire toward,
valleys and vales of dream pursuit,
a chase that’s its own podium,
belated but never wholly blighted by,
palpitating path not confined to outskirt,
to gaze at one’s own footsteps is to exhale,

I want to make you feel
God's love
That he gave to us
Without even ask
We are also happy to receive
Some free God's love
Yes we are also his children
That he made with his holy hands
A long time ago
We are having a hard time
Surviving the heat
Also it is feeling sticky
The heat
During this Summer night
We are going to sleep
At midnight
Because we are not tired yet
And the next day
We will wake up
At 4:00 pm
Then we will work
For our God
Writing poems
Because we are
God's poet

I want to make you feel
God's love
That he gave to us
Without even ask
We are also happy to receive
Some free God's love
Yes we are also his children
That he made with his holy hands
A long time ago
We are having a hard time
Surviving the heat
Also it is feeling sticky
The heat
During this Summer night
We are going to sleep
At midnight
Because we are not tired yet
And the next day
We will wake up
At 4:00 pm
Then we will work
For our God
Writing poems
Because we are
God's poet