A Prayer to the Lord

A Prayer

Wash us clean, O Lord, and teach us your ways—

Draw us up and out of prison

And help us to rely, in faith, on these:

Your cross, your blood, and you risen. 

-jwm

About a Dream I Had

Monarch

These lift me through the airy height

These wings acquired through a night

Into a foreign world above

Of light and warmth and truth and love

What seems a dream are days gone by

When I knew nothing of the sky

Just toil on an earthly bed

And thoughts of milkweed in my head

But then I there within a husk

That dangled from an Aspen tusk

Began to form a different bent

That I knew not was Heaven meant

And now I’m lifted through this air

And though attaining beauty fair

The only thing that moves me now

Is that I share this flight somehow

 -jwm

Of the Poem

I think it was in 2008, but I was asleep one afternoon when in my dream these words- in both rhyme and meter- came to me: "But then I there within a husk / That dangled from an Aspen tusk". I woke up, I wrote them down, and for the next several weeks tried to give context to them in this poem above.

I chose the simple rhyme scheme of aabb based on the scheme given me in the dream, and adhered to iambic tetrameter as the guiding meter for the same reason.

The works of Emanuel Swedenborg heavily influenced the content and message of the poem, as did the idea of redemption.

I hope you guys enjoyed it.

Thus Saith the Lord

Tell the monks where I have gone:

Deep into the world of fools …
I save souls and am the One
Making angels out of ghouls.

-jwm

Solomon's Peace

Like Saul we all must come to death
If there’s to come a warring king
That David of our inner frame
That shames what Philistines would sing

Rebellious is the state of one
Redemptive, yes, the state of two
And if dear Swedenborg is right
The offspring is a creature new

So rise! Bring peace, Lord Solomon
And trump these wretched wars that rage
For weary is this inner frame
That reigns where Philistines engage

-jwm

'Til Jesus Leads

He wishes he could break his curse
And shake the sins his passions nurse;
But here he lay- mere broken reed-
Iniquitous and full of need.

And even as I write this verse
His sins it seems are growing worse;
Its growth- by leaps and massive speeds-
Will ruthless come ’til Jesus leads.

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