If a petal soft, fell from far aloft and settled
 
sweetly upon your brow.

Would you let it linger, such a tender finger.

Linger sweetly upon your brow.

And if the sweet perfume weaves on giddy loom

Creation`s blissful splender.

Could you partake, portions gently take Of manna

offered humbly to remember.

And if a visage gaunt were to meekly daunt

Expressions never mentioned.  But chained within,

like fevered Jinn Remained forever silent
 
speaking of intention.

Would you pursue or shift shrewdly view Exposing
 
meaning bereft of composition.

Oh woe to thee who sup on bitter tea. Thinking it

is blissful splender.

Plan not to be such fluted melody. Play dirge,
 
quietus claimed as due.

Or chance the bitter tea, casting on the sea

The flotsam of intention silent speaking.

Fated course, steered with no remorse as petals

waft, the Jinn awaken.


DO THE LITTLE KINDNESS

Do the Little Kindness which fills our cups to

overflow and spill upon the hallowed ground deep

and gentle raindrops.

Feed the earth sustaining love. So peace may 
grow
 
and hearts may burst with everlasting ecstacy!

Do the Little Kindness, For each shall pass 
along,
 
Magnified, each upon the other. Until, like

streams into a river, A mighty torrent flows!

Do the Little Kindness for each is a gift from 
God.

A gift, when passed along is magnified

a thousand times.  Do the Little Kindness for 
they
 
seek us where we least expect.

Soothing fear and lightening burdens!


TELL THE FATHERLESS CHILD

Tell the fatherless child, that sits in the

corner weeping, for the loss

Tell the child the pain is worth the cost

Tell the child 'bout the fears and anguish of

hell.

Tell the child that God loves the ne'er do well

Tell the child your prideful pretentious plan

of peace 'en love tell the child to submit it`s

life to mighty powers above.  Tell the child

'bout Salvation Road, Pratt falls, Pit falls

warts 'en all.  Tell the child 'bout sweat filled
 
tents 'en alter calls.  Tell the child 'bout the

pride of sin 'en turning the other cheek.

Tell the child that salvation 'en inheriting is
 
for the meek.  Tell the child anguish is love 'en
 
there is beauty in hate.  Tell the child embrace
 
it, taste it, don`t waste it, it`s your fate.

Tell the child with haggered brow 'en haunted
 
eyes.

Tell the child your fables, false hoods and lies.

Tell the child 'bout strict obedience,tow the 
line.

Tell the child 'bout fruits and gardens, dark angels, 
fire, spirit sublime.

So brothers 'en sisters tell the child 'bout what

you can Praisinf, saving, blood of the lamb 

'Cause way in the corner of it`s twisted little
 
room -a door, small one, white one, exit from

the doom.

So tell the fatherless child, tell it what it`s

missing.

Just tell the child 'Cause the child isn`t listening.