Judith

I see in Master’s paint thy Art intent

And hear through ancient pane thy voice content.

Judith, has thy work, painful labor, spent

Brought thee peace; Understanding, even yet?

What seest thou, Woman, that thine eye enthralled,

Is so keen to cut through this earthly pall

And pierce the Veil of being, uncovering all

Inside that fills Man’s rusting love offal?

With stare and wonder that smiles dangers hide;

Rapt, curious, thou calmly set aside

Translucent layers of his lovely guise,

Until Truth, piece by piece, lies undenied.

Holofernes, late, saw beauty - amazed,

And overturned, he dreamt thy mind dazed

By rich wine, smooth form - not Calling obeyed.

Judith, what Hope lies ‘neath thy shredding Gaze?

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Judith Beheading Holofernes - Caravaggio

Go Back Home

I been yearning for a walk-about; 

Ready for a change – time to

Move along,

Pick it up and put it down, head out for the stars; the Big

Long Gone.

I been traveling for a billion years, 

Riding a hard old rock. It’s such a

Long, long trip.

But I can tell that now I’m here, that it’s time to head

Back home.

Gonna leave here someday -

Go it alone.

Maybe live in the wilderness

Where the water falls.

Maybe be the first one on Mars;

The last one alone.

Gonna leave here someday –

Go back home.

I been burning through this world all right; 

Red eyes in a trance – trying to

Make it by;

Lit it up and hit it hard, spread out on the plains; set fields

On fire.

I been going on my murky way; 

Trying to stay intact; to hold this life

Together.

But there comes a day I’ll get tired, Son, and I know that time

Grows near.

Gonna leave here someday -

Go it alone.

Maybe live in the wilderness

Where the water falls.

Maybe be the first one on Mars;

The last one alone.

Gonna leave here someday –

Go back home.

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Lyrics for my friend Brad Koehn's song "Go Back Home", April 26, 2015

Original poem, "April Fools" , April 1, 2015

Earthquakes, Volcanoes, and Springs

It’s raining again - April in Denton.
I’m shaking again - quakes in old downtown.
The world is smoking – Chilean volcanoes.
And I still got nowhere else to go
To get away from thoughts of you
And find some peace.

Light’s dripping again – filling the big bowl.
The roof is leaking – shakes are getting old.
I’m still asking why he attacks my soul,
But I still got no one who loves me so.
Just can’t take my mind off of you
And find some peace.

Water is falling again – it’s raining me in.
I’m dreaming again of mountain springs.
Flint’s breaking again – wilderness of Sin,
And I still got no fox hole to crawl in
To hide from a life without you.
I need some rest.

Chorus
I need some rest amidst the storm
Some comfort from my troubles.
I need to sit with someone warm
And enjoy
Some peace in all this turmoil.
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April 24, 2015

Tremble, O earth, at the presence of the Lord,
at the presence of the God of Jacob,
who turns the rock into a pool of water,
the flint into a spring of water.

(Psalm 114:7-8 ESV)

Am I a Slave?

I wondered aloud,
Am I a slave or am I a freeman?
Who holds on to my leash
And won’t let me go?
So, I turned around
To see I was dragging a loved one
To be sold outside the gate
For a few shekels.