By the Wailing Wall

By the wailing wall
Palestine is butchered
by the wailing wall
Even though it’s only a wall
It’s the wailing wall
And by the wailing wall
It’s laughter time.

Beneath this wailing wall,
A child of the soil
By the scent of heaven I hang;
But how many were the prophets that wailed
Because of this wall?

By the wailing wall it was laughter time then
And by the wailing wall it is laughter time now.

By the scent of heaven
Hang the prophets of God
And now a whole population
Are hanged by the wailing wall.

By the tears of this torn land
This wall is a see-through
My heaven is way beyond this debris
The wailing wall is just a wall.

A chandelier a night for now;
Patience, wait
Be my obedient servant.

Authenticity defies the divide:
This is my land
Before Hitler I was here
After Hitler I am still here
And after all the children of Hitler’s
Wailing wall have gone
Here shall I be.

From this land sprang I
And from this land,
After the bombardment
If nothing else were to remain;
A nail and at least some bone
By the will of Allah
Shall resurrect.

This land is in my bone marrow
I am a child astride by the torn land.
So I will still be here
Even after the Bushes, and all the big
Boys have departed, I will still be here.

Like the prophets I now wail
And like them one day shall I cease to wail.

Authenticity defies the divide
Winner is the one that laughs last
I hang by the scent of heaven
Beneath and beyond the wailing wall
I am with those that wait.

Approaching laughter is a salve
And so much better than impending doom
Patience carries the slave
Yonder, beyond the thunder
Over the wailing metal birds
I wait with those that wait.

For now a chandelier a night, Patience
Wait for me;
It’s wailing time
Palestine is waiting by the see-through wall.

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Naked Beggar

By the door a beggar praying:
walking, laying, sitting, standing,
Waiting for Peace.
What are they saying?
What are they seeing?
Are they as naked as
the beggar by the Door?
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He knows you

He knows them best
Who created these cells
He gives life
A whole being produces
Showers on it gifts
Gives it form
Embellishes the senses
Shows the ways.

How life would be
if all was had
Luxuries and
human desires unlimited
And nothing for soul’s keep?
He knows them best
Who created these cells.

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Heavenly Hug

Heavenly hug
Happily joins
Cohesive parts
Interwoven needs
Needing no coercion
Heavenly love.

Mercy kissed
Children
Falling in love
With the mother soil
Heaven held.

Nontoxic jokes
No more pokes
Poise in our votes
Freshly doused
Flowers
Shimmering, adoring
Falling in love
With the heavenly hold.

Heavenly hug
Happily joins
Cohesive parts
Interwoven needs
Needing no coercion
Heavenly love.

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Those who blaspheme

In this world of tests and trials
Deliberate
Those who blaspheme the Lord
Their souls degrade.

It's a free world they say
And right they are
But the Creator so did make
These days and minutes to pass
An ordeal for those who walk His earth.

But those who blaspheme the Lord
All sense shut
Seeing but seeing not
Own voices alone exaggerate
Averse to stop
Or take stock by the setting sun.

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On the Map of God

When the Universe
Becomes a Handful
And Earth just a dot
And no more Somalia to despoil
Soul! Soul! Where are you
On this map of God?

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You are my kind of Book

You're my kind of Book
You've a life of your own
What a bounty of mercy
This ocean of compassion
Each page's a goal
Each word a sign
Each pause a wonder
For me to ponder
Heavenly
Awesome
Spring fields at every season.
You're so authentic
In sickness or health
Through lands or seas
You counsel me so.
You're my kind of Book
Come walk me through life
And take me Home.
So wise so candid so simple
So very true
So totally divine
If only we knew.
You belong to the world
You impart piousness
Instill kindness
What a revelation of composure!
For everyone to ponder
Heavenly
Awesome
Spring fields at every season.
Your promise's true
What an honor so true
What a marvel each word
What magic in each letter
A glance and you gain
Each letter's a chain
Connecting to all Gain
If only we knew.
You're my kind of book
Light upon the way
Come take over this being
The Word the Word
Tranquility's the word.
You're my kind of book
Alight, alight, right here on my heart
Alight, gentle Word, alight
Pour honey on my tongue
Springfields every season
You're my kind of book.

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Everyone is talking

There’s talk of God talk of Islam
With every bomb that falls
With every limb that breaks
There’s talk of God talk of Islam
A cry for help unperceived
But the talk goes on
Never ceasing to amaze:
God why me?

Yes there’s talk of God
In some minds it jams
A bubble on some lips
In some hearts it rhymes.

For some:
Wavering distress calls
Undiscovered truths
Messages confused
But there’s talk of God
Talk of Islam.

Race against the hour looms
Lest the bomb detonates
By the foot of one unready downs
Voice from voice separates.
Yes there’s talk of God talk of Islam
Speeches of blame
Finger pointing in disputes
A question of
when’s the dawn?

Talk of things unknown
On both sides of the ocean
Currents walls erect
Noises in the hawks beak
The airwaves pollute
For partitions to persist.
But there’s talk of God talk of Islam
For some futile
For others a boon
This talk of Islam.
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