You are just a wild weed, you little beauty Along the byways of this beaten-down trail You have caught my eye, you little blossom You remind me of the Proverbs 31 woman The wife of the nobleman Who was clothed in fine linen of purple Her children called her blessed and she laughed at the…
Every morning without fail she lugs her wooden chair Although far too big for her she hurls it across the lawn Squinting her eyes to the sky as if she is waiting for something to appear Mumbling to herself in babbles and burbles waving her little fat fingers As if to say I’ll be ready…
Who is that? Twisted fingers, pointed, raised She comes out of that barren place Foul-mouthed, unscrupulous words Drops of silence and everyone stares Gaping-eyes feasting hungrily they scramble into herds whining in disarray How did she get out? Who is that? She cometh from that desert place She is unscathed yet she bears the scars…
I watch and I wait Rocking in the hum of His grace Cover me, cover me, Lord! I am weak, shaken by the words of raging wars I bow and I bend Creaking under the weight of fiery words Cover me, cover me, Lord! I can smell the smouldering of burning arrows I…
The never-ending humming of melodies Vibrations echoing, replications of the heavenly chorus The lamentations, the praises alto and soprano bouncing within my ears The yeaning and whooing are out of control They swell and bellow, harmonizing in hymns Deep within me, swirling and stirring I want to explode, I want to burst I cannot contain it Held…