My eyes play tricks on me
As I try to understand conundrums that
Have their roots in this reality
And His…

My soul, a little thing,
Has become the home of God;
And as I sit in His peace,
He does what He does…

I see the dream of every thing
And walk quietly beside Reality,
A child admiring -
Proud to be fathered…

I eat at the table of heaven
While the wind blows dirt in my face
And the rich pity me
While I pity them.

Because there is nothing new under the sun,
I have no ambitions greater than the truth.
I have abandoned myself to that humility
Which would save me from being cast down
Because of setting my sights on illusions I cannot hold onto.

In love I endure all things,
And my faith is measured by my hope to be like Him.

So I speak in the tongue of angels -
A holy murmuring often dismissed as
Cathartic expressions of a troubled mind…

And I laugh, breathing openly
Not afraid to be full of Him
Or prove anything
To anyone
But me

So I wear myself inside out
Free of everything
Embracing the poverty of my wisdom
and the wisdom of my poverty
A king


June 16, 2004