| Moments to remember in the Beyond | | | | The serpent in our homes? |
| (A Poem on Reappearance)) Spontaneous Poetic | | | | (Perhaps to test us under fire?) |
| Prose)) | | | | Among us squabbling pimps, thieves, |
| We all watch the sky while smiling down here | | | | And thugs; One Child dies for all of us... |
| below-- | | | | Tell me what it tells you, without annoyance, |
| On Earth's confinement, in our prison like Cells; | | | | When once He offered a Journey home, |
| Holding our demeanors, little creatures as we are, | | | | And so few took it...! |
| Tender as a new born chick--; | | | | #1868 6-4-2007 |
| Swimming in our own ocean of air | | | | Haiku to Spontaneity |
| Regarding nobody, as we go, to and fro in delight | | | | Spontaneity is the |
| After the pleasures of the devil, | | | | Prerogative of fairies, |
| In the darkness of night; | | | | Kings and poets--! |
| Greeting waves of arms: smoking, drinking, | | | | #1870 6-4-2007 |
| And pondering in a jealous weariness; | | | | Haiku to 'Is' |
| Such moments to remember in the beyond...! | | | | A verb is an "is" |
| #1869 6-4-2007 | | | | And they and we are equal: |
| A Journey Home | | | | And 'us', no longer things.-- |
| Bow your head in silence, if not in shame | | | | #1871 6-4-2007 |
| For your heart and mind has penetrated | | | | Note: these creatures alas are hard to describe, |
| The Glorious name of our Creator; | | | | for that matter they really cannot sufficiently be |
| All of us sinners are in the album of filth, | | | | analyzed, they are equal to a stove pipe full of |
| Shedding blood, like chapping stone; | | | | smoke. |
| Tell me why you, oh Lord, have you put | | | | |