Sirius Vilano Beach Moonlight Blast
Words (James Watkins)
There are words above all others-
that fix themselves like stars-
bright beacons in the darkness-
lights hidden in the heart.
To stand alone like armor
against the tides of life-
in bold array of power-
small armies clothed in might.
As seeds that fall on watered ground-
form fertile flowing fields-
grow gentle guides in patience pruned
with perfect plural yields.
Established on foundations strong-
bold bulwarks 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 mountains 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-
a single, silent trip.
Bought before on battlegrounds
beyond the mortal veil-
pursued by death- prevailing -
through ancient rights assailed.
Passed from grave to live again-
new formed a narrow path.
Within the reach of every man-
a gateway firm and fast.
Now brought to bear the tidings glad-
entrenched in solid ground-
to waking realms of glory-
a kingdom newly found.
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-
bind victories large and small-
to every realm of being-
delivered from the fall.
Extending out beyond ourselves
we yield to greater need-
To find that loss, in giving,
Makes every word-a seed.
JHWatkins 7-04
Sirius Vilano Beach Moonlight Blast
Words (James Watkins)
There are words above all others-
that fix themselves like stars-
bright beacons in the darkness-
lights hidden in the heart.
To stand alone like armor
against the tides of life-
in bold array of power-
small armies clothed in might.
As seeds that fall on watered ground-
form fertile flowing fields-
grow gentle guides in patience pruned
with perfect plural yields.
Established on foundations strong-
bold bulwarks 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 mountains 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-
a single, silent trip.
Bought before on battlegrounds
beyond the mortal veil-
pursued by death- prevailing -
through ancient rights assailed.
Passed from grave to live again-
new formed a narrow path.
Within the reach of every man-
a gateway firm and fast.
Now brought to bear the tidings glad-
entrenched in solid ground-
to waking realms of glory-
a kingdom newly found.
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-
bind victories large and small-
to every realm of being-
delivered from the fall.
Extending out beyond ourselves
we yield to greater need-
To find that loss, in giving,
Makes every word-a seed.
JHWatkins 7-04