You have allowed me poetry
Will You promote me. . .
When you look through a telescope
far out into the universe,
you are still looking for you.
when the great, green
pines have grown…
I followed the path down to the old garden
Where flowers at play awaited my coming;
I anointed them with water, then all of a sudden…
Chant the name of the Lord and His glory unceasingly
That the mirror of the heart may be wiped clean
And quenched that mighty forest fire,
Worldly lust, raging furiously within.
Pegged down by red rocks,
the tawny coated ironed earth
still rustles restlessly.