He is harrying his way to death

He is harrying his way to death

eyelids gathering darkness

his torso and purpose brood

in special cans and pavement edge.

Twenty pounds seventy five the cardboard wrote

for less home more hostel hope

and for now, he will wait and wait then take, I guess again,

this shouldering grey blanket wrap

to release from all this rain.

Remembering the passing guilt of

yesterday’s sideward step, I give him a few pounds and

this time he calls me sir, this time

he now only needs a few more to secure

tonights bed. Inspite of myself  I make up the difference

I make up a meeting and I

leave in haste.  He is greatful, I know this none the less for

he too does too loudly profess, that he is off now, directly,

yep to my bed, cheers mate, you a star you are, he said.

I return, a few hours on and from the otherside

I tire, as yet another lays hands to the grist

for tonight’s hostel bed, ‘cheers man, nearly got enough ’

To numb down and grip tight to what he can while he can

To spend this night barely alive to another damp and dried out dawn

until curb-side yawns for him to crumple down

and once again shake in the ground of tomorrows passers by.      

Empty to fill

Enlightening lessons in lessening light

Unravelling passions that bind the heart tight

Unfolding enfoldment will conquer self-will

Sophia will clear and empty to fill.

Golden

Golden

Verse:

Your Word and deed transforming me anew

As I kneel Your light comes shining through

Yeilding Beauty riven in your Fire

Melting Your Truth in this poor heart.

Chorus:

Gracious, Omnipotent, Love Divine

Revealing Your treasury in rhythm and rhyme

Glorious Oneness, Life Deity

From morning to sunset shine golden in me.

Verse:

Your enlightenment is Heavenly

Kings and Queens bow and unfold in me

Planting beauty here within my heart

Your wisdom and mine will never part.

Bridge:

Your great beauty, golden like the sun

Shining deep in me, Your Kingdom is come.