Saiom Shriver ( 10 of 55 )
The ocean:
rocking cradle of the world, sunset stairway to the stars
.. only by great masters trod, only written read more
The ocean:
rocking cradle of the world, sunset stairway to the stars
.. only by great masters trod, only written on by God.
How do the words
of the Peaceful Master
become the tirades
of warmonger pastors?
How do the words
of the Peaceful Master
become the tirades
of warmonger pastors?
When God's green grows it's rarely in rows
Awry the rye rises .. unruly the rose.
When God's green grows it's rarely in rows
Awry the rye rises .. unruly the rose.
The bee's favorite couplet: a sunup brimming buttercuplet.
The bee's favorite couplet: a sunup brimming buttercuplet.
Sunwands turn rain droplets
into blackberry drupelets
as enkindled okra seeds
acknowledge heliocracy.
Sunwands turn rain droplets
into blackberry drupelets
as enkindled okra seeds
acknowledge heliocracy.
Violent can be sound and light
in waking us from sleep of night.
Gently comes the dawn's twilight
Each step read more
Violent can be sound and light
in waking us from sleep of night.
Gently comes the dawn's twilight
Each step taken oh so slight.
Out of the sea
the sun aborning
Not adorned but
all adorning
with his awesome light
of morning
says to read more
Out of the sea
the sun aborning
Not adorned but
all adorning
with his awesome light
of morning
says to you
Come! My Mavoorning!
How awestriking. How sublime..that out of muck and mud and dirt and slime God makes lemons and God makes limes.
How awestriking. How sublime..that out of muck and mud and dirt and slime God makes lemons and God makes limes.
Jesus' Fig Tree
He did belittle you..
but soon he'll bebig you..
and in the spring
with read more
Jesus' Fig Tree
He did belittle you..
but soon he'll bebig you..
and in the spring
with blooms he will wig you..
in summer he'll summon
a jade garb
to resprig you..
and in the fall
on patient twigs
with fresh fruit
he'll refig you.
Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
and read more
Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
and made them vibrate.. empathic in pain.
