The advancing retreat
by sleight of feet
a more firm hope
at the end of her rope.
Appearing as caught
in the web of a spider
Hope against hope
tried her while guided her.
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A future with fear, a stopwatch with no stop.
I wonder, I wander, I resist, I insist.
You change, not me, in order to be free.
Free to stop time, I turn back on a dime.
Looking for the sublime in my past mind.
Imagine that. Memory like a gnat.
Straining over that. Pinned on the mat.
Is that where I sat. Was I flat?
I don’t know so I can go.
No! Stop. Grow.
My pain isn’t plain on the pane of the insane.
So perturbed with the absurd I curb the verb.
Stopped in my tracks with tracks on my back
I lickety-split by throwing a fit.
I spout about til I rout the doubt.
I get stuck by luck in the fallout.
Under the bus there’s always a Gus
who guesses my stresses and dresses my messes.
Are you the who who gives a hoot?
Or the pout who gives a shout from the round about?
My back’s bus tracks from the drive-by hacks, now lax.
I rise at sunrise to surmise the prize that denies the lies.
Here goes the rose, the thorn scorned, past mourned,
no longer torn in two but into the view.
I see I’m free to reframe the blame.
Once lame, no more the same, sane in the gain.
Daring to care no longer a scare…
As the cat bats the rat
the rat says scat
to berate the cat
as the cat just sat
since the rat didn’t scat
the cat ate the rat
now catting
as a fat cat
that rats on
any cat
that exposes the rat
as the cat
Broken gleams.
Broken dreams.
Broken boys.
Unspoken screams.
Cries behind eyes.
Washing away lies.
On knees,
a dream redeemed.
Retrained unchained.
Rises with surprises.
Dreaming. Balanced. Beaming.
SPONTANEOUS
Stripped of the script,
Embraced by the unscripted,
My lip zipped till my mind,
Sifted, then lifted
Feeling the shift
From what was said
To the unsaid
Without dread of
What is to be said
So others can be led
Upstairs from despair
Nothing erroneous
About spontaneous.
Deep calls to deep
revealing everything is related
as is everyone being
made from the same clay
so it is stated.
As deep calls to deep
as faith calls forth more faith
as Ancient calls youth
since the days of old
answering the question
"What is Truth?"
based on what was told.
There's nothing new under the sun,
yet all becomes new by My Son.
For the truth, way, and life is My Son.
Truth becomes a lived reality
by commitment to Him, the One.
As deep calls to deep
I, the Lord, do all these things.
Hear me, your Father, as I sing.
I, the Ancient, call you my off-spring.
There's nothing new under the sun,
yet you grow newer by My Son.
Deep calls to deep as
I create prosperity
and create disaster.
So which above
is the Jar of Alabaster?
What seemed as waste
by one summation,
was transformed by Grace
into worship and adoration.
The Lord is sovereign.
I'm in his keep.
That's what I hear when deep sings to deep.
George Landolt
12/05/2004
What is doubt about?
It feels round about.
Do I doubt myself?
Put myself on the shelf?
Do I cast my shadow
a bit more shallow?
Creating a fallow
where growth has
something to follow.
What seems true about you
may be less true than is true.
Doubting one's wisdom is
to hear the voice that is true.
Truth, too good not to be true,
you can truly know through
which you truly know you.
One-upping too
It’s all about you
while stepping over me
thought you were through
one-upping me
how was I
when you were
one-upping me
I was stopped so I
could make it about you
There once was a boy who was a man who stood next to a man who was a boy.
The boy ask the man who he was.
The man began to talk about himself
until the boy interrupted and asked again
who he was. The man became irritated
and continued talking about himself.
The boy again asked who he was.
The man walked away angry that the boy
seemed to ignore everything he said.
Then, standing alone, the boy heard
a gentle voice inside of him saying
“Son, you are mine and thanks for asking”.
No way there is no way.
Come, Follow, Abide, Obey
I hear Him say.
No way there is no way
if you hear His voice today.
At work I say to pray for work.
Work is a way to say what I pray.
So work your way this day I say
to know the way so you can say
no way there is no way.
A tick without a tock an act without a knock
counter the block
blood on my sock
proverbs in stock
psalms to rock
know to unlock
sail from the dock
join the flock
around the clock
Come dance with me. Psalm 30:10-12 But before we dance, laugh with me. Job 8:20-21 If you can’t laugh, you might be a good dancer but you can’t follow as a leader because you take yourself too seriously(self-absorbed). Joy is the strength leading us out of the old song and dance routine of a life of mediocrity. Nehemiah 8:10-11
The Well of Grief where the troubles end well
while wounded and feeling the death grip of hell.
But my wounds drawing from the well of grief,
my brokeness, my anger, sense no relief.
Are these from the Father or the thief?
My heart? Dead, buried, or just broken?
Depending, is my reaction to what is spoken.
Or is the fact that I in the past would react,
when instead by faith I can now just act.
Shame distorts the well of grief
denying it to be the Mercy-seat,
a man of sorrows who washes our feet,
this holy affair where anger, we don’t meet.
The cross, Psalm 85:10, doubly sweet.