Good Words, Woman
Let Us Gather with Selah…sorta
Most Beautiful Castle Setting
All About the Lamb
Transporting Music and Agile Excellence
Sister, go wherever
you wish with that licorice stick
you sit in N’awleans
atmosphere so thick
past wars didn’t whip it
or hurricanes that blew
and found below sea level
a wash out or two.
the visitors relish the tastes
of the past
the music impromptu
good times that will last
if only in memories
if only in song
oh dear sidewalk prophet
who cures many a wrong.
you honour sweet members
of your special race
united in music
that purged all disgrace
that brightened the hearts
of chance passers by
reactions so varied
to laugh, weep or sigh.
Songs of Hope (saddleback church)
Mary Weeps
The little Hebrew girl
Who took the Angel’s news
And praised so beautifully
That great Hope of the Jews
Would take the charge by faith
Travailing for a Son
Not born by ways of men
No seed from Adam run.
She looks upon a church
Insisting she is god
And shakes her head and sighs
Traditions oh so odd
She found a Saviour too
As child took on His quest.
She steps aside that you
Might praise the very Best.
(Oh dear Roman Catholics please realize that Mariolatry and exclusive Mother Church with her wafer came out of a Pope’s poor sleep and indigestion.)
Chainsaw Sculpture
He took the chainsaw
Lopped off the inappropriate.
Sad to lose the tree
From the front yard.
Years as the green retreat
For birds, their antics and song.
But with the aging and decay
It was now the woodpile
Or something strangely beautiful.
Unusually small buzzing implement
Big strokes first
For the required dimensions, shape.
Neighbours wondered at the event.
Odd spacing at the trunk
Became a bent leg
As if resting.
Upward right angled limb
Becoming arm cocked
And wiping off brow’s sweat.
Features of the trunk converted
Into jack shirt, jeans, wide belt
And face of chiseled features.
With a gentle smile
Precise detail in that face.
Man of work, taking needed rest.
Reminder of former times and ways.
A real shovel held upright
In the other hand.
All this in a three day transformation.
Sort of like Easter Hope.
And destined to last.
image shows one of the many carvings in Orangeville ON
Consider another poem:
Lamination
Different kinds of wood
Small blocks only
Fractional inches thick
Some light, some dark
Some harder than others
Glued together
Under clamp pressure
And a glued base plate
Time passes…
Cometh the lathe
And the clamping
The spinning
The varieties of chisel
Cutting rough
And cutting fine
Making noise
Or hardly heard
First the outside contours
For general appearance
But eventually face on
For the inner, working
Part of the vessel
Craftsman knows His job
Wood submits
Spinning
But strangely all working
Together for good
A beautiful piece created
Every step necessary
In the delightful
Age-old process
Of shaping a saint.
Every cut with love.
And Sovereign vision.
