They should have left Jesus in his tomb
It would have served us well
Leave the dead
Sleeping in their coffins
The living would sleep better still
Serve the living
Glorify our heartbeats
Sing songs praising the universe
Write poems about justice
Celebrate humanity
Talk with the old
Play with the young
Onward marching soldiers
Marching hand in hand
With the mark of stardust
As our only brand
We, the loyal master
Leads against folklore
forward into kinship
See our banners flow
A Reason for the Season
The holiday season is unique
Lively living with lights and laughter
Much to do about giving and love
I must add for me it’s a banquet of life
A celebration of family and friends
Even strangers become a delight
Memories are also part of this meal
Favorite gifts are ones not bought
Childhood thoughts are like dessert
sweet and sprinkled with melancholy
Things are missed this time of year
Wishing lost loved ones where once again here
Also missed is someone once held dear
Someone I talked to through out the year
For you see this season there is no Christ
Only stories and fables created by a few
He can not hear those sitting in a pew
We alone create this season of love
This helps me understand
A reason for the season
So be of good cheer
It’s amazing what stardust has made
In billions of years
A Walk in the Rain
I stroll in the rain,
my soul has no cover.
Another walk in vain.
I shed a soothing tear,
It hangs on my cheek, licked by my lover.
Water’s cleansing, is hiding I fear
Sunlight on bodies like swaying grain.
Our star exposes like no other.
Showing the source of pain.
Healing power for the brain,
natures storms have nothing to offer.
No help from any kind of rain
The god in my life is nature’s glue.
The nature of god is you and me.
Doctrine created by someone like you?
My god of youth gave me pain.
Teaches attributes, it’s a gain.
My god today says that is insane.
Niagara Falls times ten and again.
Can not wash me free.
Gods with sins are now my zen.
Gods like you and me and family.
Gods within nature thats the force.
No pulpit can declare a single source.
Listening to my grand kids words,
While somewhere pulpit bully’s scream.
Is like tasting natures hors o derves
So cry and do walk in the rain.
Your umbrella is people like us all.
People that understand, understand pain.
Praise us from whom all blessings flow
Praise the sky and all below
Praise nature and the heaven’s above
Praise people, Sun and love
I stroll in the rain,
my soul has no cover.
I continue my trek in vain
No effect has a soothing tear,
It hangs on my cheek, licked by my lover.
Water’s cleansing, is hiding I fear
Sunlight on bodies like swaying grain.
Our star exposes like no other.
Showing the source of pain.
Healing power for the brain,
natures storms have no tender.
No help from any kind of rain
The god in my life is nature’s glue.
The nature of god is you.
Doctrine created by someone like me?
My god of youth gave me pain.
Teaches attributes, it’s a gain.
My god today says that is insane.
Gods like you and me and family.
Gods within nature thats the force.
No pulpit can declare a single source.
Somewhere zealots spit their curd.
I’m Listening to my grand kids words,
That’s like tasting natures h’ordevers
So cry and do walk in the rain.
Your umbrella is held by many hands.
Hands of people that understand.
Praise us from whom all blessings flow
Praise the sky and all below
Praise nature and the heaven’s above
Praise people, Sun and Love
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Praying Presidents
Photo: pieter pastoor
Praying Presidents
I guess certain prayers do work
Today only born again candidates want to be president.
Many have actually talked with you.
Tell me god,
Did you whisper in their ears to forget the homeless.
Did you send a heavenly email to call real sinners gay.
Did they get a note “from the desk of god” to ignore the poor.
Why are you sleeping with the rich, didn’t your son despise them?
Oh I see – its for the cause – cause ya love us.
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