The Many That Bind

See every body; all delusion
Held in a hook; bait for the mind
That sees itself; superior but knowing
And judging itself; inadequate

Recoiling from itself; its own fledgling fear
For it comes upon us; as sudden as a storm
Out we go assured; of safety of arriving
To our desired destination; but many is the potential

Of danger; loss of limb
Money, loved ones, way; or ultimately life
But many are the traps; deferred death that leads to servitude
Imprisonment, indebted indentured slavery
Parsimonious life; in a darkened room
Bitterness; spiritual infirmity

It is not the obvious perils; of the road that bind us
But the unseen perils; a marriage gone cold
A child's wayward behaviour; long term deformity
The fear of not bringing home enough; to feed one's own kin
The obligations that bind; are many

Love

Powerful, sleighting the rainbow-red
Of your cheeks;
How can I resist your love.

The thought before you came
Has gone as all thoughts have,
Like icicles, disappeared,
When snow by spring winds melt

In infinity, there are no clear words
To label or pin down this emotion
In infinity I am

Love's mantel strips the material away
To slowly reveal stars that a track creates
To help us find our way

The lovers stare moves
The lovers to tears that
See souls bared and,
Thus mirrored, I am asking you
To trust what I share with you

Chasing The Stag

Already coming up
That what is hidden
Rise out of the snowy ground
Patience, anticipation of summer
Too soon, 'll only get you scorched

Seven tines of the antlers
Are the seven months
That'll bring you round to June
Either way you go

But winter's keening is letting go
If not, it knows within it's bone
'This will not last'.

Harrying, the hounds of winter
Chase the stag to summer dales
Wait, be patient.
Rise out of the ground, too soon
'll only get you scorched

Hymn

Exaltation of singing
Hearts swelled with joy
Belief is bells ringing 
His song

Exaltation is prayer
Knelt down before God
His grace shining down
On the head that is bowed

Exaltation to the Lord
Exaltation he is here
Exaltation say out loud
And rejoice

He comes to heal the earth
His Mercy is all about
Where there is trouble
Where there is strife
Praise his grace

Singing, Hossana on high
In the deepest ravines
You will find him
And the heart that is broken
You will find the light
To mend and heal the pain
You will find the light
Within the darkest of night

Exaltation the flame
Eternal flame of God
Benefactor, father, mother, child
Be with me in everlasting light
Be with me in everlasting light

Oh Hossana on high
In the deepest ravines
You will find the light
To mend and heal the pain
You will find the light
Within the darkest night

Be with me
Hossana on high
Be with me
Hossana on high

Grief Song

I cannot help you baby
Here in my arms I dream you lie
But when I open my arms,
Though the smell of you lingers,
You're not there.

Missing you every day
Hurt is my constant companion
The pain of this grief
Does not go away
Keeping you darling here
Keeping you darling here

Rocks may erode to sand
Rivers, once flowing wildly
May cease their course
But darling your soul
Will forever remain
By my side

Mountains may turn to sand
And rivers, once flowing wildly
May, one day, change their course
But darling your soul
Will always be
By my side

The Blacksmith

Glazing bright light before you
Stunning starfall surround
The blacksmith, hammer, forge and anvil
The stella-castle round.

'Where has he gone?''
You indicate, whirling your finger
In an ever-increasing circle
White beard pointed to the sky.

At the entrance, heaven-portal
We laid him to rest.
"It is our intention to erect a stone
In his honor; his contribution,
In this field, is unmatched.
Pick the strongest men!"

And all the love
And all the sadness
And all the fondest memories
We poured upon the stone.

And in its setting
As symmetrically planned
As a spiral sea-shell
We placed him in the circle
Beside the cook, facing the king
And his Queen Quinevere
and his friend and guardian Bedivere
Across from the cloth-maker
Of tents and tunics.

In his workshop,
A volcano of fire and heat,
Tirelessly, he forges weapons
Swords for great battles
Lying in great piles. "Can you see them?"

Place your hand upon the stone
Evoke intention and buried bone
In the mind's eye to reappear
For all ages.

"And each one, from the first to the last
Erected in ascending time
Towards the stars
Shall step out of his stone
Sword in hand
To tell a local hero's tale!"

Based on Lowry's The Cripples

They walked on sticks
The crowd of men
The thickness of broom handles
With dirty great boots on the end

With rolled up trousers
Turned up at the ends
Outside the factory
A sea of wooden shins

On the broad flagstone street
Each and everyone had at one time, chose
To sell their legs for meat
When the factory, suddenly closed

Same for every man and boy
Walking to the cricket
Like a scarecrow waist up
Waist down, the wicket

The factory, that's what they worshipped then
Had out-grown itself exponentially...
Employing all; women, girls, boys and men
It swallowed every family

They worshipped it with industry
And sold their legs for meat
Now the men walk by the dismantled beast
With wooden legs and wooden feet.