from a mighty fortress…

tell me
what time
will
the angels
of god
descend
from behind
the walls of jericho
and
save this world
from
mankind
taking up
into their arms
a child
of
god
a child
to be given
new life
when
will they arrive
and shall that be
the time
when
the saints
join in song
filling the air
like a thousand
black birds
whirling
above the sadness
we’ve known
for all
too long
when
oh
when
will the angels
arrive
making
the earth
truly
alive

Poem Inspired by Spritual Standards Quinta: Markus Burger (Piano) & Jan Von Klewitz (Saxophone)

Background Music:  A Mighty Fortress is Our God

bent blades of steel…

bent steel blades

every
now and then
i find
an old
unbaked brick
as
i turn up
the earth
with
my harrow
i
suspect
most find
such
items
to be a bother
when clearing
a field
but
i wonder
about those
who built
their homes
upon these lands
before
i was born
what
hardships
did they
endured
and
whose child’s unmarked grave
lies
beneath my feet
did they come
to this land
to be free
from
hate mongers
those
purveyors
of
only their god
the
peddlers
of holy books
written by men
whose sole purpose
was
to control
the lives
of others
through
blind obedience
to a holy shroud
of
ignorance
was such
ignorance
the trumpeting
of
rams’ horns
making
these
walls
fall down
leaving only
this brick
and then
i
wonder
do i
hear
in
my own time
the trumpets
of
hate
and
ignorance
moving around
the walls
of
what i thought
was
an impenetrable
humanity

could we rock the walls of jericho …

could we rock the walls of jericho

play the music
heard as a child
melodies floating
on summer hours
while we
foolishly stare
into the sun
daydreaming
of loves to come
stumbling forth
sunblind
onto
tomorrow’s path
eyes squeezed tight
so as to
refine the focus
only to find
the blindness
to be permanent
we cannot
see
evil
so we
continue to sing
what many
called
foolish songs
of faith
wondering
all the while
if our voices
could be heard
inside the walls
of heaven