May Moon Madness on Matanzas Marsh

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Words (JHWatkins)

 

There are words above all others-

that fix themselves like stars-

bright beacons in the darkness-

heights hidden in the heart.

 

They alone take awesome stand--

against the tides of life-

in armed array of power-

an army clothed in might.

 

Like seeds that fall on watered ground-

form fertile flowing fields-

grown gentle- guides in patience pruned

with perfect plural yields.

 

Established on foundations strong-

bold buildings built to last-

against the rule of raging time-

eternally recast.

 

Triumphant- time-transcendent-

translucent, touched and twirled-

the truth unbound and glorious-

runs rampant through the world.

 

To conquer mountain standing tall

across the pilgrimed path.

And bring to birth the vision small-

the unseen to our grasp.

 

And leaving doubt behind us-

chaff driven by the wind-

each enemy of hope and faith-

unchallenged to an end.

 

Now standing hard behind us-

there thronged by secret thralls-

authority and mercy meet-

beyond the cloistered walls.

 

To loose the power petrified,

by fear’s unyielding grip.

Torn from years of solitude-

this single silent trip.

 

Bought before on battleground-

beyond the mortal veil-

pursued by death- prevailing -

through ancient rights assailed.

 

Passed from grave to live again-

new formed the narrow path.

Within the reach of every man-

a gateway firm and fast.

 

Now brought to bear the tidings glad-

entrenched in solid ground-

in waking realms of glory-

a kingdom newly found.

 

Come taste the bread of heaven-

and drink the wine of life-

with fellowship and faithfulness

in everlasting light.

 

Where promises now harvested,

join late and early rain-

appearing at the altar bold-

the circumstances plain.

 

To stand behind each spoken word-

against the darkened lie-

that proudly boasts against us-

before an open sky.

 

And crushing all resistance-

bring victories large and small-

to every realm of being-

delivered from the fall.

 

Extending out beyond ourselves-

we yield to greater need-

and find that loss in giving-

makes living ...

a flowing stream.

 

James watkins 7-04

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