Wednesday, November 22, 2006

The beauty

How beautiful are rusty wheels
empty tables
and uneaten meals

how sweet a spare bed at the Sally-Ann
a drug-drenched rag
an addiction that demands

As I walk in the whitened blur
Remember your brother
Shaking as he slurs

telling of the dark of night
the freezing cold
behind an alley, out of sight

lay beneath a carpet of snow
quietly freezing
death comes much too slow

how wonderful is dying
how beautiful is heaven
there, there is no crying

every pain- diminished
any hurt, in justice
all of this earth- finished!

my arms around the bony back
of your sobbing brother
whatever comfort I lack

it's him who says:
"she's now with Jesus"
and in my mind it plays

as usual, a smile on your face
every scar, each wrinkle
gone without a trace

who cares about streets of gold?
heaven is heaven
because there's no cold

Will you even notice the gates?
all life's pain
has no record, has no place

in this world we cry, we fear
my father promises
to wipe away every tear

Gone from earth, this pain-soaked sod
No more sadness or sorrow
heaven is heaven because of our God!

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

garden in the desert

little red flowers
why won't you keep a nice, straight row?
you were to be yellow,
innocent, adorable
to know only so little
and never speak this story
but now,
your stems have been stretched
roots replanted
and your color is wrong
but time extends
and the evil only spreads
and more turn to red
the crimson flows to everything
spreading splashes even leaves
painting over the garden
somehow every flower is innocent
while brightly very red
everything is flecked, a giant brush above
freckles along the stems
because the earth is full of blood
and if it were to rain
the clouds would be a brown-ish shade
the perfume of thie bouquet,
strong, stagnant and still sweet
despite the bed
soil layers much too drenched
to think the red will fade
as the wind rocks your heads
banging you together
a well thought gesture to clump as one,
but this was to be yellow
and the other to be blue
notice the scent, the shape
you must look past colors now
as everything is bleeding