A Short Spiritual for Sunday
A Short Spiritual for Sunday
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To leave this planet
on a chariot of light
spread knowledge of wilderness
among many worlds
training with intricate tool
knock on a Travellers door
Morning always comes
as a golden voice from the sky
the words of birds wings in flight
heard from forest grove
lyrics from many flowers
baskets empty minds astray
Weary from struggle
too tired to find gladness
waited only for darkness
did not notice you
sit peacefully by my side
playing music on guitar
There remains singing
even though I cannot sing
I keep stringing instruments
this a simple gift
of song and body and mind
day by day I am worthy
An ache of longing
for that vague strange sweet fragrance
that comes with breath of summer
so moves our own heart
like launching a boat from shore
burden of faded flower
I arise alone
move aside to avoid you
powerful voice of nature
I am full of shame
to be in your great presence
and let you embrace my heart
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My life useless tunes
I hope to play on gold harp
after being commanded
to share morning song
invitation to the world
festival of life’s blessings
Shadows of July
rain on secret steps we walk
seems morning may have eyes shut
on us in East Wind
all we hear is want of rain
bring your dream into my house
Continue to walk
alone down this same old path
notice the sounds from behind
you are always there
you will follow me through time
while I barely notice tread
Busy work is done
those who come to call go home
people blame others
outside in the rain
I stand without a raincoat
outside without a shelter
Abroad in the storm
open my door to a friend
seems lost in an ink black dim
lost in depth of gloom
come in my house till day is done
stay till the birds sing again
What crimes committed
placed you in this prison cell
a worrisome criminal
committed no crimes
visit without fear of time
built this private prison with wealth
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There seems to be lonesome calls in the night as you search spiritually for deeper meaning? But…You sure put the words together so much that the reader must travel along…hoping he knows what mindset will ultimately come after the “Shadows of July”…guitar strumming, long nights, busy work, and a dark storm that is either present in the writer or the visitor (or both)…or lingering outside. I hope I came close to the mark…because it is very deep …and intertwined within our Spiritual Being.