Skip to main content

b is for The Good People [part of the lord series]

I thought…
“What is the point anymore; pounding on Heaven’s door?”
When it opens wide
You don’t walk inside
Afraid of what’s in store
“You’re not dressed properly!”
Is that what Heaven said? No
That’s what the people behind me say, emphatically
“You’re not wearing shoes.”
But who are you to deny me my right to sleep in golden light?
But it’s all for naught
The words of humans damaged more than I first thought.

Yes, I possess no shoes
But calloused feet tread paths the good people know little of
And denim is more resilient than white robes
Trapping dust
Not that dark fabrics are any better in the presence of The Master
… But I’m here
Unless he says differently
Yet these people look on queerly
All eyes rise at this strange lord
Whose presence distracts them from their TRUE Lord
Funny, I never expected this in Heaven
But what can you expect when it’s teeming with humans

©tracy j h
09:07:2013
#lordoftheyounggods
A lord must by-pass the humans to get what he wants... what he needs.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

B in Future Traditions

THE COPY: I was sitting down listening to Norah Jones’ “Come Away with Me” and I began to think about future traditions. I thought… I want to sway with someone. Sway with my lover. To this music. More than that, I want that when we had an argument (and we’d have those because she’d be stubborn and I’d be pig headed (iChuckle)) we would never go to bed angry. We’d pop open a lover’s CD like this one and just sway. We may be as mad as hell but we would sway because we would never want to go to bed angry. And our children would know this. And they would never allow their partners to go to bed angry either because… well, because they would know better. They would sway. They would know it was better to sway. That’s the kind of man I want to be. Moreover, that’s the kind of tradition I’d like to pass on. Future Traditions. What's Yours?
4 comments
Read more

B is for The Hand of Gordon (Act 5)

5. The driver egged him on. This was the third bad drive that Gordon received at the hand of the demon with the driver’s permit. But… neither the speed limit nor his attitude changed. The demon's finger went up again. Gordon smiled, again. He shook his head. The civility of his action denied a certain truth. Though Gordon considered himself long suffering, his hand held fast to a young blade should the speedster lose control of his car… and his mind. Yes, Gordon just smiled.
2 comments
Read more

B is for Our Lady of Perpetual Help

Mom - pulling the provolone from the sandwich: "STRING THEORY!" Me looking at her and laughing. Mom: What you think only you know about Science? ... Happy Every Day, mothers. .......... Let's hear it for you The Miracle Worker Soul Shaper Wisdom's daughter who grew into a mother. This Lady of Perpetual Help. Ma, help! The project's due. Help! I can't find my shoe. Like some kind of psychic,she knows where all things, to whom it belongs And the condition in which it came... The side kick's calm refrain: "thanks... mom." Problem solved. Peace reigns. She from the line of Eve May not have had the chance to leave and cleave And while some think her weaker WE know better. A Mother. Made stronger by her God whether or not Adam stood beside her. A perpetual  help in times of chaos Walks another mile so that you could take the bus. Silencing storms is the norm So we think being superhuman IS... THE NORM! But even heroes get ...
1 comment
Read more