River Crossing...

Everyone wants to be there
When 'Revolution' has begun
has no heart the metal
to cross the Rubicon...

All want to shout 'Victory'
and sing a 'Glory' song
But few are the Champions
as the battle rages on...

There's none who leave a war zone
without scar in mind and flesh
they say there are no heroes
Yet they rise and do not rest...

So stand aside 'ye saber-rattlers'
and you who speak in jest
this ain't a game of toys
God's armor on humble breast...

The standards have been unfurled
Stallions mounted high
The Lord of Host, His armies
Love that shall not die...

I want to marry June Cleaver

I want to marry June Cleaver
or a reasonable facsimile

pearls, white teeth and pearls

gleaming at daybreak

                     always dust free

I want to marry June Cleaver

or a reasonable facsimile

milk and cereal with no wrinkles please

and a lifetime warranty

                        that never needs sharpening

Oh, could I please marry June Cleaver

perfect toast and coffee not burnt

no clutter, beds always made

and the broken dish heals itself

                          in thirty minutes or less

( Disclaimer : Yes my wife knows about this, it was written for her on a day when she definitely wasn't June Cleaver )

Never to Return...

Breath of the Past

warms man's neck

grasp of a Dark Friend

points to distant shore's wreck

Eye's light soft dimming

this spectre's frame

his charges still clinging

mention your name

without turning give glare

hand, finger and bone

off worn shoulder

be not cast forlorn

Who is this messenger

in the night

a parchment remnant  

of Holy Rite

Who is this entity

within my soul

who foresees destiny's

unseen scroll

But God Himself

my rigors abate

to set once more

a sinner's fate

for deep chasm

and void are placed

for what once was

is now erased

He has set mountain path

daylight clear

The Wise King's Realm

steps draw near

for from that past

distant shore to spurn

one must accept His Grace
Never to return...


(Art - Dallas Bromley - Distant shores of being)