Lillian Jordyn 2:200:00/2:20
Good to Go 3:120:00/3:12
Midnight in the Rain 7:310:00/7:31
The Rowan Tree 8:390:00/8:39
Skull Hill 3:220:00/3:22
Song of the Turtle 5:040:00/5:04
Son of David 3:220:00/3:22
The Yellow Umbrella 4:550:00/4:55
If I Were an Artist 4:290:00/4:29
Wake Up the World 3:410:00/3:41
Down to the River 3:070:00/3:07
Wednesday, August 31, AD 2022
Latitude: 36 50.4' N Longitude: -84 50.8' W
922 feet above sea level
Sunrise: 7:09; Sunset: 8:11
Words & Music, Sincerity & Roots
Video - Front Porch Friday 4/17/20 - Skull Hill (click it)
Their Delight is Their Kindness
The crickets had been playing their tune for about a week,
Cicada crescendoed & subsided into silence,
Hawk flew low w/ its siren on,
Humans came out on bicycles, walking dogs,
Even jogging before the day got to hot.
Their delight is their kindness, their piety & beauty.
In the dream there had been confusion & feces,
A lovely woman but I just wanted to go home.
And the Hawk Flies Low
A few moments of rain, heat from the sun,
Movement of air across my forearms;
I listen to these & to the cicada's complaint;
Then to the chant of brave marchers
Preparing themselves for the trouble of the day,
And the trouble that's bound to come in the end:
Hear & receive so you'll have something to say
To the children when you have grown old.
The Green Oak Shuddered
Dark clouds moved steadily;
The blue nearly hidden, I pursued w/ words.
The words were not enough but necessary
To approach beauty terrified & grateful.
Not trying to make sense but allowing sight.
And, seeing comes w/ expectation.
(The green oak shuddered w/ delight,
Near to combustion w/ its color so true.)
The Sky is in Motion
Clear light brought out the colors of summer
And walkers released from soggy houses,
Releaved of the burden of such large brains
To enjoy the wonder of their eyes, their ears,
And skin in morning air
That lifted the leaves & made them whisper:
The sky is in motion, as are all things;
It is beautiful & good & we will carry this w/ us.
Parties and Loneliness
A dove flew down majestically for her size,
Mockingbird flew away, crazy chicken began to yell,
Sirens circled toward the emergency room.
Children scattered, the elderly suffer;
We're all so attentive to our ambition & comfort
While the ground washes from under our feet.
Parties & loneliness abound in society
With paradigms that jump up & down & grin.
Crow chased away the intruding hawk w/ a word
Dove continued her insistent dry throated chant
While the woman & I sat watching, listening, reading
Expecting the day to progress from Being into Being
With many deaths & much living, we continued
A song of the Desert Willow and her hummingbird
To bless the morning & hold the course of the day
With doves & flowers, with hands & feet & voices
Your Tripped Up Tongue
Cattle grazed by the muddy pond, subtle
Fragrance, dove & mockingbird traded songs
Trees whispered in wind that moved them & I
Must whisper too; I've seen the cactus flower
And the one who usually invites me out says, stay
With me, don't try so hard to find wise words
Your tripped up tongue too will carry instruction
I wrote a poem. It was liked & loved, commented upon & shared but it had no arms, no hands or feet.
I tho't, "Prayer can do more than this."
Thick mud, powerful lightening, messengers w/ fiery swords stood in the road, fighters protected their home w/ consciousness of strength, peace to die and trust that something about this horror would move the world toward an end & a beginning.
I saw people walking, a few then hundreds, then thousands of millions walking across Ukraine & on into Moscow while others converged from every direction; all the people of the world, people of faith willing to die,
walking with their hands up or hands joined w/ other hands, singing, chanting, maybe just walking quietly, taking in the scenery, meeting soldiers from both sides; human mother’s sons & daughters.
The doctors, the providers of food, the reporters & cameras were already there; the prayers praying, the givers of money already giving, soldiers arriving from foreign countries to put flesh & blood on the line.
The borders were opened & we were given shoes.
We walked across Ukraine & on into Moscow, meeting people, making friends; all good people of the world gathered there.
The cruel tyrant came out & went quietly tho’ with his shoulders still back and that smile. Maybe some day, if he lived long enough, he would respond to reality and to mercy and be strong enough to carry his weakness and be of some use.
(The way of Manifest Destiny has been going for thousands of years. Jesus & Gandhi & Dr. King have shown us how to end it.)
The time of year had come
for crocuses to bloom
and kings to bomb their neighbors
to take what they couldn't have
and prance about on high horses
The prudent would evacuate
Soldiers would fight bravely
shoot down helicopters
then retreat into the forest
to plan the resistance
surprise the kings men
w/ their lack of welcome
while peacemakers gathered body parts
& delivered them to the embassy
A dainty dish, then they danced
in the street, were arrested & tortured
Never give up. Fear only Being
The determinant of whether or not
your life has been wasted. Hold hands
and sing. Lift your hands in wonder
aware that you are breathing creatures
The crocuses are up while the world
looks on aghast and continues
to drive thru' blood for cheap gas
World leaders & business men
step away from the trough
grieve their loss of revenue
with crocuses in bloom & gardens
waiting patiently to be planted
in sunflowers & sugar beats this year