sticky wheels

wheels

within wheels

lies

within truths

truths

within lies

good intentions mixed with fear

create a sticky sneaky web

the power suckers and the fact seekers alike

get stuck on it

beneficial endeavors become corrupted

because human hearts still hold onto forms

and fear the loss of control

but the original pure knowledge is incorruptible

it shines golden for those who search for it instead of the forms that try to carry it

they know there is no boundary that can encompass it

and no power that can control it

Fields of Light

last night I saw the Fields of Light

shimmering through the shivering night

felt the fingertips of grace

touch the teardrop on my face

saw the brush of a wand'ring saint

caress my soul with his shadowey paint

so i could stare into the lights

and see the patterns of their flights

open mouthing to the wind

that filled me up to fly again

Dusty Road

Walking down a dusty road
Beside the everyday people,
You saw their despair and reached out your hand.
They followed you for a while, and you healed their diseases --
Walking down a dusty road,
A dusty road.

When you spoke of a better way,
The way of Truth,
They turned away from you and left, empty-handed.
You stood there holding life in your hand,
And they went walking down a dusty road
With what they could not let go.

Just a phantom of you was all that they could do,
And the phantom went walking down the corridors of Time.
He never looks the same,
But they always claim to know him –
Walking down a dusty road.

You stood there
At the intersection with a street of gold,
But they went walking down a dusty road,
A dusty road.

from "Jesus Songs" collection

First Sight

To know that we are the ones moving toward you

Not you toward us --

Does it really matter?

In the end it is the same.

We see you appear,

Your topmost arc emerging from the misty horizon.

Our heart beats jump to the power of your first rays.

Alive.

Lighthouse (Look to Me)

Oh ship searching for harbor
in a dark and stormy sea--
Look to me,
Look to me.
My foundation firm in rock and soil,
connecting each new stone secure,
along the spiral to the stars i rise--
all to shine the light,
all to shine the light.

The beam slices through the darkness.
The harbor waits.
Your heart is reaching out
to the lighthouse.

Hear the crashing waves
from the safety of the shore
as the gulls swoop and gather.
There is a path here to walk
and homes along the way,
new lives to be birthed into the world.
You journey through the desert, over mountains,
wilderness and perilous, shining cities
until you stand beside me once again.

Your heart rises to your eyes.
Salty water spills onto
the beautiful broken empty shells.
Deep colors above us brighten into gold
and the molten giant rises from a vast liquid horizon.

A ship waits.
Gulls cry.

I stand here between the land and sea,
rising to the living sky,
all songs singing through me,
reaching out to the longing in you.

You know me as refuge, as friend,
always leaving me to find me anew.
Your heart goes wherever you go,
abiding in your eyes,
gazing now at sea, now land, now sky.

Not Quite Yet

I went down to the shop of horrors.
Crazy mirrors showed me everything.
Spent all my tickets on reflections -
Nothing scarier than what I saw that day.

Gathering all these poor Mis-Shapens,
I stuffed them into a grocery bag.
Tangled whispers pleading, muttering -
I take them so they cannot follow.

Along the way more mirrors leered.
I wonder how much more can fit.
I cannot leave this lot behind,
Nor can I bring myself to look.

Clouds are gathering in my chest,
Whirlpools circle round my gut.
So heavy, so hard to keep this ol bag closed.
I'm almost ready for the Storm -

- But not quite yet . . .