joses tirtabudi Poems

We canst but speak the things we have seen
We canst but share the things we have heard
The things we have handled-the word of life
The pierced hands of a risen Christ
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Weary, torn, shattered man
Bare feet upon burning sand
Broken shards in his hand
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Blaze of glory, the epic showpiece
The reality of dreams, the advent of a wish
The accumulation of perfection
Light in the darkness of desperation
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Far away from the demons and ghouls
Out of reach of those that trap the soul
In the sunlight, where all is safe
Where she can lay her head in peace
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In a deep saltwater pool
Darting around on the floor
Sandy-colored fish in a school
The only living thing I saw
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In Babylon so far away,
On such a sunny clear day.
There was so large a crowd
An’ at a statue they bowed.
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I can walk,
I can swim.
I can run–
On a whim.
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Jonah was God’s special prophet;
One stormy day a whale he met.
He had run far, far, far away,
From where he was to be that day.
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Quaint little house, oh, so spotless white,
So innocent, clean and pure, bathed in light.
Inside this house, so cosy and fine,
This house is my heart — this house is mine.
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I’ve tried so very hard, tried all I can
But it just ain’t the same again
I feel so tired and down
Don’t feel like up and running round
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