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"beauty of the lilies" and other poems . . .

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beauty of the lilies
and the daisies
wedding-light

kissing mist
upon the waters
of the harbor

filtered sunshine
sharing caring
warmly daring

glances of the
dancing waves
washing in the foam
t-i-c-k-l-i-n-g
bubbles
in my troubles

"in the presence
of my enemies"
I have this table
before me
 
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"Gourmet Alley"

Beneath the morning sky's blue sea
. in dumpster alley land,
the mighty man of history
. is now the garbage man

who shoulders-to those big steel bins
. to feed his Mighty Mack
who munches down a ton of trash
. and says, "That's quite a snack!"

Mack plays bins like accordions,
. snaps light poles just like toothpicks,
in early morn comes roaring in . . .
. the world's biggest alarm clock >

in this bedroom of homeless poor >
. rats scatter in Mack's lights
like sparks before a bellows' roar,
. as morning softens night.

Then through this straight and narrow way
. we all may freely pass,
if we but share in love gourmet - -
. that's humble, with no class (o:
 
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"The Snow Job"

Now that I'm on top of this hill,
my face is being stung
by swarms of snowflakes
busy making the hilltop
bedtime blanket of white.
And there - - down in the distant night,
I see a light, and it is getting bigger
and then splits into *two* lights;
so it is getting closer . . .
coming at me
in a swirling cloud of white.
Then I hear the mighty engine's
rumbling accompanied by a muffled
grumbling of the blade scraping asphault,
tumbling dirt and snow from the way.
So, no . . . it's not a ghost, but the
WOW-plow passing by (o:
But it is coming straight toward *me*;
so I hurry to get off the road,
stumbling until I have waded
up to my thighs in the roadside drift . . .
where still I am
right in the path of that swath.
But the truck turns out and around me,
then stops (all the power and authority,
and He s-t-o-p-p-e-d, for *me*!)
Then the passenger door swings open >
"Com-ON, get IN!!" He calls; so I
trip and scurry to the passenger door,
where I need to kneel on the running board,
before I can crawl and haul myself
up into the passenger seat;
and here I am
kissed by the warmth of the cab,
while treated to the intriguing delight
of seeing all that blowing coldness
of this world's flaky snow job
*now* being bounced from
right before my eyes,
while I just rest and ride
with the Master at the wheel (o:

"'Come to Me,
all you who labor and are heavy laden,
and I will give you rest.
Take My yoke upon you and
learn from Me,
for I am gentle and lowly in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls.
For My yoke is easy
and My burden is light.'" (Matthew 11:28-30)
 
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"Soul Prayer"

humble humble humble
not for status
I've been knocked down a little
but it may be
down lower is where I need to be
thank You for how You
take me, now
And I am to likewise
take each and every person
just as he or she is (c:
like You have done with me
 
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