My dear friend James is dead,
Since Herod's sword took him away.
And I am next, they've said;
In prison only one more day.
I lie on rocky ground
While Drifting in and out of dreams
One dream which I have found
Is more realistic then it seems:
A visitor appears;
Touches my wrists, for what its worth.
And yet, despite my fears,
My chains have fallen to the earth
He leads me past the guard
I now know this is not the end:
My future may be hard
But yet, I still have sheep to tend.
Monday, June 29, 2015
Friday, June 5, 2015
A Wall exists, I know not why.
It seems to reach up to the sky.
Beyond it, I can hear the place,
Where my destiny will lie.
I've walked miles to reach this space.
The Journey hard: a grueling pace.
Yet now unless I learn to fly,
The truth, it seems, I now must face:
A wall of stone, I can not burn
My home is gone, I can't return
And wings? Well, I must think again
Some skills we can never learn
I'll walk around it if I can.
Go left? Go right? I'll Choose and then
If I am wrong when I discern.
Like Sisyphus, I'll Start again.