For You

You?
You
eyes to see
What for?

inside
Filled
Open door
Chosen
for You?

life
What for?
explained
What for

man born
his eyes lie.
delivered
done
for You?

You’re all
What for?
me to live.
for You

I know
I care
tell it
I did it
for You

peace and quiet

peace and quiet ... they are close, really close - stop slowly and leave hurry to fall into the ground where you stand, listen gently and turn in the direction your heart takes you, look softly and your eyes will show, you will know and they will never hide from you again ... God Bless you (and He will)

ranting vent ... spam

re spam: too bad it's automatic - there was some solace in thinking that while i am in sweet slumber dreaming of gentle waters and warm sunny breezy days with pink lemonade writing witty and profound text - they, greasy slouthful slow-bellied creatans, were pounding away blood-shot-bleary-eyed under intense florescent lights into the wee hours of the morning kept awake by eating stale pizza, soda, doughnuts and coffee and their efforts measured by the dull thud of their numb swollen digits as they descend on ever an ever shrinking keyboard ... i'm ok now - the pen has done it's work - to my dreams i go - will now bring them into today and give them life :) :) :)

a walk with a walk - continued

Matching yesterday’s stride on the path
We walk together between storm and calm

Echoes caught on the breath of the breeze
I seek the memory of his love and for its direction

a walk with a walk - beginning

I walk as once we walked
along by the river tumbling over carelessly tossed stones

Alone now then side by side
holding hearts in hand shadows growing longer in unison before us

psalm 145

all things thine hand
do live does satisfy
in season that lives
to relieve great liberality

his ways is just
each one and holy
he is near all that do
in truth and call

God will desire fulfill
serve and fear him serve
he will regard and hear
be near the time

writing in Florence

savoy to my left, archway to my right
piazza before me, people linger along
birds spy crumbs as they drop
they snap them up in their beaks
before they touch the ground
all the crumbs this pastry gives away
that miss my lips
i would be scolded for making such a mess -
O' to have had such birds around
when i was a kid come to think of it
my kids might wish the same!

how can one feel
so much
at home
yet so
uncomfortable
so
out-of-place
at the same time