Be still, my fear we're fine, refined our actions speak their words that don't
Bestir, my dear our spirit's free the heart doth see whose minds are blind
Be strong, dear one though oceans rise we, both, we'll ride the tides of lies
Be well, dear friend we'll strive and thrive illuminate the darkest nights
Be mine, beloved we'll wine and dine we'll sing and dance they'll chant, who can't
Abide, let us please stay, I pray though kingdoms fall we'll live it all.
This day was going to be his last.If he only knew some twilights ago, he would have tried harder to preserve on canvas the moments lavender kissed the evening sky.Next, he would have looked for artistic venues with more intent.What a delight this sudden change of air in him would bring to his family and friends, but he'd have to put off the news until later.An early morning run at the park, free of any encumbrance, his cell phone included, was exactly what he needed to mark this new beginning.His thoughts flitted past his dimming mind as he lay on the track by the river, his bright eyes reflecting the blue expanse above as his heartbeat slowed to a stop.
Beware, o youthful mind. Appease the test of time. Gather a thought, a feather, a page in an open book a leaf, a stone a twig, crossbones a swig of might a dose of delight a pen, a cup an overflow a weathered friend the light at the end a spider's web a strong desire for the breadth of life, through ice and fire, in ocean's depth afloat on earth. On earth. Beware, o youthful one. Withstand the test of time. Gather a thought, a feather, and ride the book of life.
a thousand suns delighted days the hands of youth bid me away my feet embarked in cold dismay impatient haste the darkness raised delinquent waste my childish ways disdain and pain the magic, slain no starry skies no moonlit nights in hunger, thirst all joys refrain stumbling through an arid land acridity no sacred ground my tongue was tied in fiery haze ill-fated man had naught to claim my breath was caught my hearing gave my sight was lost my mind replayed in dreams I lay a field of hopes a wishing well a waterfall my heart was stirred my spirit saw the life, inhaled the soul, afloat my feet were cleansed when i awoke my hunger, fed my thirst was quenched i bowed my head she held my face humility was touched by grace a thousand suns delightful days a warm embrace bid me to stay.
Caterwaul. Peter, Paul. The two bobcats quarrel like cats. They howl and screech and throw guitar riffs. They make a shrill noise, they wail and cry- you'd think that The Beatles hung out with the preachers. Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. Ringo, where's George?-you're the star, was he baptized? Maybe the preachers listen to the Beabeetles as they chastise the human mice. Caterwaul, Peter, Paul. Nocturnal cats, cool as bats. No, Mr. Bale, you can't join in. Dark nights ascend. We need Bruce Wayne to save mankind, and Alfred left. But you just can't keep a Christian down. Put on the Beatles as you watch the preachers. Dark knights rise... Caterwaul. Peter, Paul.
