SACRED MIST

Lord my creator my mind fails my sleep
When in the quietness of my long sleep
On my solid bad bed I dwindle and slip
As my solace seem out of reach and heights
No less the days my ever frequent bed
I wonder where it will next sail my ship
My hope being one in you not the ultimate bad
As I ponder when it will ever come your sheep
When the owls their nocturnal mock at my sight.

Lord my creator my mind fails my head
How float the eagles mixed with doves high above my head
So alert against my ever –blinking eyes o them they fake
Intend in duty in rounds for my every motion they heed
Yes the scout marshals of my doom in every motion they heed
They appear predators of my life’s peace in pieces on towers
Which whirrs in wheels without plot in conception
Sons and daughters-the marks men from Lucifer’s followers
The unmerciful brutals and murderers of Your creation.

Lord my Jesus I cannot understand why?
How crocodiles their insane move and survive your wrath
Puddling and swirling the whole world waters red
They emerge elves larking within sheepskins in wraith
Still under  still waters amidst Your constant eye enroute
That swank deep and shallow craters and wells, puddles and fountains
Upon what spring or stream, ocean, or sea lay my strength and strain
Are they fish that swim in pursue for my counsel?
So ever poised to demolish all my countervail.

Lord my Jesus though my faith tested
Your portrait in this house you inaugurated
Rest assure Thy image and power manifest
In celestial stretch from all cylinders, east to west and north to south
This tormenting experience but a temptation to me declared and sound
I pray for Thy sacred omnipresence and trinity
Never to thwart these head and heart of their unity
For one thing I know you know I conceive
To serve forth with my obligation in my course.