Honey trails across the skies
staining the fabric at the loin
where the flowers shake as they stretch their neck
from the groins of twilight
and from there all praised the day for light has come
roses press their lips upon the ground
to give reverence for the Lord has given another day to display
their purpose here
what is the purpose of a single flower which mounts upon a stool so high
where Heaven's throne is up in the sky?
The sun in vestment and all
brushed its rusty belly
across the way
to the altar high
and millions of pilgrim, whom from tiny seed outstretched itself to the surface
of this grassy pew
await their orb like celebrant
dusting incense unto high
all beings bow and
sing glory to the Creator above
Whose hands rule with great love
Beauty is simplified here
All soul reveres the glory
which reigns right here
on this mounted hill
where a sermon has taken place
from the old and new testament of the Word
O all soul glorify the Name of the Lord
for His mercy endures forever
and ever
from afar
a distant traveler
red chested and feathered bound
rested upon the gnarled finger of a geyser folk
whose eyes are shaded by the bushy brows
of leaves
it does not know
O yes it does not know
where its next rest will be
for his foreign affairs
Ambassador
of richness
mild and meek
fragile and weak
gracious and musical companion
drowned in the wine of merriment
it sings with the soul of a soprano singer
its voice carries to the air
above the throne
its song burns like incense to the Heavens
A simple being
whose feathers shall molt and body perish
its soul uncertain where it shall transit towards
but for man we shall be quite certain
the Lord has made sufficient our daily bread
Remember what the Lord God has said?
For the creatures of the air does not harvest or toil
yet the Lord has provided for them
What more for us- we of little faith?
For we are worth much more than two sparrows
in the loving eyes of God
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Sing glory to the Lord
Sing glory to the Lord