What is like a smooth Paved road and I speeding In a silver Rolls Royce? The rich and the fast Are beyond reach Beyond reach there is no hope As my silver Rolls Royce accelerates The paupers are blurred The prophets babble But the engine is king The highway has no road signs No limits I see it touch the sky I’m speeding through a cyclone world And the world is not intact The sun does not obey the night And burns my eyes The night does not obey the sun And I speed alone in darkness
Now light years are as seconds As oceans drops of rain Time and current flowing into One and both the same So the navigators of the sea are gone But not their blood I am the son of my ancestors Who roamed the ancient seas And in my blood the spirit compels me To sail the cosmic sea To cross the gulfs of blackest night Between the galaxies Have I been alone Speeding in my silver ship Through the fluids of time?
Then a star becomes a sun As a seed becomes a tree Growing till he understands That he’s never been alone In the darkness of the deep On a starless sea of sleep Shrouded in a nebula of dreams And he’ll never be alone As he journeys far from home Sailing through the cosmic sea Seeking how he came to be
My wife, Noy and I are Protestant missionaries in Cambodia. We met in a border refugee camp in Thailand back in 1979 while I was a refugee relief worker. She was a refugee. I lived and worked in Mairut Refugee Camp for three years. We have three grown kids. I was drafted into the Army in 1969, served in Vietnam from 1970 to 1971 and honorably discharged at the end of my military obligation. Writing prose and poetry is how I document the life I'm living and how I map out the mental landscape inside my head.
After four female checks, came a sparkling young man The beginning of Sunday, Sep 09 saw the principal touch of a brilliant kid Shouting, rolling and crying the black man With grins and appreciation mother adores for the kid Daddy
The fathers are all crying there is no more beer so they drank the river water now they weep like children and the wives wring their hands talk about amoebas, bacteria the children tend the campfire no one asks them
I know that I will be taken shoulder high, to a celestial Kingdom foretold, located in realms beyond the distant Sky. I know that I will be adorned in a tunic too bright to behold, to meet with Saints and