Love {arrived}

The thing is …

No that won’t work

 

Joe, Joey, my beautiful man

God says I’m pregnant

O Lord give me the words

 

I get it, the whole angel thing

I really do -but Joseph

 

Lord he’s a chippy not a theologian

How is he going to understand?

 

~~

Mary, my Mary my sweet angel girl

She is still sweet

 

The angel dude he visited me too

Explained it all so even I could take it in.

We are having a baby… Whoo hoo.

 

~~

two thousand years of literal and liberal,

of conservative and radical

 

there are some who believe the incarnation

and there are some that doubt

just as some scoff at creation

 

and here’s their deal – the argument they say

Mary lied to cover an indiscretion

 

How could the Messiah be born

In such a lowly way

To a peasant girl in Bethlehem

 

~~

Me – I’m all in, believe the whole thing

Creation, Fall, Rebellion, Redemption

 

And the best bit, as in any story

In the last few paragraphs …

Of a city, a hill and no more sorrow.

Merry-go-round

The plastered smile grins

Phoney, dancing & prancing

Up and down on a pole

Happy battle waltzes tinge the air

As tourists strolls along the prom

 

The painted faces on the horses never change

Forever caught in mid neigh delight

I don’t know what’s real anymore

The duality of seaside living

Stops the truth from grasping hold.

 

Were you cheating or is that a dream?

Held in falsetto choir ringing in my ears

The gulls take their strategic places

Atop signage and the quaint street lamps

Ready to swoop and steal pastries

From unsuspecting folk below.

 

Remember when you said you loved me

That we would never part

Remember all those promises

We made so long ago.

 

I sit watching the children on the carousel

And wonder is that where I’m at.

Living in a goldfish bowl

Each hint, lie trick

As if it was the first –

Never experienced before.

 

Seeing the doctor didn’t help

Him being your mate, I s’pose

The tablets zonked me out

Forgetting even my name

 

I should be able to stand tall

Married to the town mayor and all

And yet I feel equine sympathy

For the plaster caricatures

With my face plastered in pancake

I vacuously grin

With all the other wives

Each time we banquet together.

 

At least the horses have a plan

To go up and down

And round and round

I have no blueprint for my life

Your epitaph should read:

Paul Mason, duplicitous mayor,

Lying husband, philanderer, cheat

Mine will read – FOOL.

 

 

Band Practice

The provocation of friendship

Is a hard, tough do

But a necessary accounting

Of my life in You

 

Abounding grace and mercy

In our meeting of the heart

Love surrounds and ne’er is fleeting

When all are anchored only in You

 

So we all band together

And share our woes and gains

We meet for God’ glory only

And win more souls for You.

 

coming/going

Life is the pits

Snake snarls and spits

Ice cold invade mitts

My heart can’t take more hits

 

You called out – COME

I heard little hum

Unable for sum

I walking through gum

 

You shared your LOVE

I turned: Yes! shuv!

It was too tough

Grace, mercy from above

 

The fire burned bright

But couldn’t see light

Without any might

I jumped, leapt – with no sight

 

Thank you for SAVE

Took me from cave

Old life gone – raze

New life – rolling in grace

 

You called out – GO

Close to my foe

I cried out – No

My heart brimfull – woe

 

You said – remember

You said – don’t forget

You ask again – GO

Letting go of ego

{I say yes}

 

Cleave

When you’re right down in it

You can see no way out

You can see only dark

Inky blackness seeping through

 

When you’re in the middle

Of a muggy treacle puddle

Hanging onto some hope

Is all you can manage

 

My fingernails cling to

A crumbling despair filled goo

I forget who I am

And who I belong to

 

He calls out – REMEMBER

Lean back, and hold on

Cling to me, precious daughter,

Cling to me.