Mustard seeds and mighty mouse
Little Alexander cries
Adolf wants his toy again
And Jesus came and died.
In the wreckage of the world
Lies the seeds of things unseen
Let faith be water to my soul
And let me love again.
Vision
Vision
I saw you in a dream
sitting at the piano
you wore a fedora
and your red hair was like falling flames from underneath that lucky hat.
You sang into a microphone
and I wept to hear your voice
but you did not sing of pain
(though you played it).
the room was still as I stared
Like a creep
or a lost puppy
depending on your mood
I was in dark
gazing at the light.
play on I say
let the keys call their hammers
and let them fall upon the strings
as each word you sing into the mic
gives birth another dream.
To See
Such pretty eyes
The ones I saw
The ones that kindled fire
To have my spirit near her spirit
This was gentle rain
There is something
Just so right
About the beauty of the eyes
Spirits take to wingless flight
Soaring in eternal skies.
The Soul Looking West
The breaking waves that catch the skin
That rise and churn and fall
Are everywhere around the knees
And can’t be stopped at all.
The sand that flows like river tide
In and out and up and down
Brushes over all your toes
And never minds your frown.
The ocean lets you gaze out long
And never blames you for the view
But when you stare out at the sea
You’ll find it staring back at you.
A Soul's Walk 