for the meeting 5/9/12

Here goes.

A Voice

A Voice in a language of Truth and Love

Both Peals forth and

Whispers from above

While It trembles and shakes the land.

How does this Dove tale narrate

How does It dovetail with this season of rebirth

Does It cause me to squeal in delight

Does It bring peace I seek at night.

Second chances to wit

Rounding up comes to roost

Here in my heart's berth

These words are asunder.

The words don't flow

They shouldn't be treated as plunder

The great Landscaper does mow

Then we are presented with the show.

Then comes the thunder

Causing buds to bloom

Swains to swoon

And me to try another spoon.

The rhyme is off

The spoof is not

Here in my heart

Which brings me back to this second start.

Peace today

It turns out to play

Round once again

As the hens gather their lot under them.

©JohnWitkowski 43012

A QUESTION AFTER THE VOICE

After the voice was heard

It was obvious the words were scattered

And not making much sense

Like afore when man's word was battered.


Why do men contemplate big words

Then question like this:
What is greater than God
More evil than satan

More sure than taxes or death?
What you wish not to relent
Then the answer to fill this breach
Is not something but NOTHING.

Whoa can you broach the spasm

Span the chasm

And stop the resonant non-silence

Philosophize with impunity.

Then expect immunity.

Cause the human to bend

Why not simple accept

And let Dios settle the debt.

If you ask

You do not know

This has occurred already

We can accept the sum and bask.

Its Spring which has Sprung

The buds bloom,  robins sing

The tadpoles chirp

Geese fly north.

The Creator has done His thing.

All is right here on earth

This Landscaper mows

As we bow the Word flows.

©witkowski43012

More play on words..not finished..