With joy
For You we wait
Knowing
What pleases You
Is faith.
Faith, that fragile herb
Springs forth at Your Word
Bowing its head down
Straining to hear the sound
Of Your glory under Heaven
And round
The rock of truth
It clings
And midst the clods
Blooms and sings
Your praises under Heaven
Though as neat
As a mustard seed
By it You meet
Our mountain of need
And make our joy
Complete
Under
Heaven.
RWOz2
Were we to see
The fruits
Of our
Obedience
Even
A glimpse
The tiniest
What behind
The veil
Is marked
By radiance
Our eyes here
Would swim
With tears
Of joy
That are endless.
RWOz2
Measure once, measure twice
Only to have it right
Will suffice
He who transformed
A rock
To water
And water
To wine
Come transform my heart
To wholly seek You
Let me not wander
Nor ever wonder
About Your love for me
Let me run, let me run
To the side of the Builder’s Son
There is none, there is none
Like unto the Holy One.
RWOz2
In the days of lonely sorrow
Down dark stretches of tomorrow
Set your mind on things above
Forever Him
Forever love
Hemmed in by troubles large and small
Pressed and squeezed past any recall
Look to Heaven’s sweet release
Forever Him
Forever peace
Hung in tangled webs of madness
Look up from dead-ends of sadness
Choose instead His praise employ
Forever Him
Forever joy.
RWOz2
Anéanti, anéanti
The flesh invites destruction
Anéanti, anéanti
The flesh has earned destruction.
One is either deceived or
One further step
Confused
When wickedness,
Sweet to the taste
Is hidden under the tongue
But you can trace it back to a moral choice
As to why you won’t leave the things you love
The things that will destroy you.
RWOz2
Filled up with longing
For the really real
The clock tick-tocking
Down until I feel
The earth beneath me
Spinning like a wheel
Stalking belonging
A creature by half
Shunning the taunting
And the cruel laugh
Me plus I is no-
thing- so says the math
Until I enter
Into the quiet space
And take the time
To take a breath
And give it back
In songs of highest praise
No longer half, I’m whole
Again.
RWOz2
To use a wrong word
To worship the Word
Is in a word
Reckless
RWOz2
love – ours the feeling
LOVE – His the doing, dying, living
RWOz2
Crumb crunchers
So dear to me
Thumb suckers
Cling to my knee
Who knows
What I’ll find
In my pockets?
While guarding
Their fingers
From power sockets
I am the
Tickle monster
Who ekes out
Giggles galore
When up-turned faces
Beg for more
I toddle among
These
Knuckle gummers
Whose mouths
Have a date
Across the summers
Here and there
They osmose
Through their tongues
Tis the age and
Time to whet
Their palates
So they’ll know
The uniqueness
Of Your Word
Through the sweetness
Of the honeycomb
So that in time
To come
They shall not depart
From Him.
RWOz2
I met a poem
Once
All unaware
She was one
She did for
The least of these
And was told
Twas for the Son
She submits
Her scheme
To follow
His theme
Her metre
Marking time
To His beat
Her rhymes
Line by line
Toll complete
And raises
Others up
With no thought
To her own
By which was shown
We too can poems be
Songs formed
On the lips of God.
RWOz2
