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
Friday, June 2, AD 2023
Marble Falls, Arkansas
Latitude: 36 00.3’ N Longitude: -93 11.3’ W
823 feet above sea level
Sunrise: 5:57 Sunset: 8:25
”A GOOD name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favor rather than silver and gold.” Proverb 22:1 (King James Bible)
Back to Work
Our father, strength of the sky,
in hope, that your reputation be clean,
your movement noted, your pleasure
accomplished on the ground as it is
in the sky; see that everyone has enough
to eat today, pick us up and put us
back to work. Don't lead us off into
deep water to see what we'll do but
snatch us away from disaster and rot.
Words & Music, Sincerity & Roots
Video - Front Porch Friday 4/17/20 - Skull Hill (click it)
It Was Me
When I woke, wind hummed at the window;
Black clouds fled thru' turquois sky.
And I would flee too: the winds of accusation.
But, it's true. I did it. It was me.
There was ice on the wall next door - a Rorschach
Textured in dust where the downspout leaked -
Ghost of a Christmas tree between two windows.
One was boarded up. A finger of live
Pine pointed at the ghost's heart.
Candles Have Been Lit
Wet brown leaves stuck to concrete,
A pair of squirrels' nests but the tent is gone
Where the young woman had lived w/ an extension chord.
I sit in therapeutic peace & serenity, Yes Sir.
The war is somewhere else, there are no sirens,
No one is being tortured; candles have been lit:
Love, Joy, Peace & Long Suffering.
Prayer for Ukraine
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