Burning like Kerosene
Across the sound machine
Fog lights for the foggy days of nothing
Real enough to keep us to stay,
Summer of thirst, pain ready to burst—
Imitation had its limits, joy had its divits
On this darkened face
Burning like kerosene across this
Galaxy, many more millions to follow,
Many more stars to swallow—
Winter of hiding, fear like hibernation
Fear with consternation, kingdom now?
Kingdom to take right now? Fire for those ones
That don’t follow us, You wish the end would start
Now, kindled on the edges of this existence,
Lit up with much resistance—listen, if you have two
Ears, Hear Him if you can press past the boredom—
Resting is not relaxing, peaceful is not life in the sauna—
Fire for this sweat, fire for a thousand regrets, fire for
This desire—Isaiah saw and was changed forever, Paul
Fell down to never be blinded again, Ezekiel loved the wheels
But sought Your likenesses—I have not yet seen enough to
Proclaim, but what I know has made it grow –hunger, thirst,
And ready to burst with life and love and joy—
Now I wield the fire, Your word is the kerosene
Your love is supreme,
My words fall to the ground,
Would you help them get up higher
And higher—death to be swallowed,
Sadness is man’s madness but the earth
Is here, the earth is now, the earth is future—
Here I am, send me
Here we are, send us
