the phantom cento

i know what the caged bird

feels about you and me who invade

woods; these are, i think i know

dear to him moving towards the river

some evenings i roamed the moor

beyond the bounds of snowy mountains

while you sat under the tree in autumn

moving stone to bronze and to steel

munching a plum or pulling out your thumb

watching phantoms in the changing crowd

while my hair cut straight across my forehead

that all people in Greece disliked and hated!

© henry victor       11.01.2016

for my second chance

i dive into your being to drown completely

to submerge in the ocean of peace, tranquility
and the power of patience, perfect mercy
a second chance that is unending!

while sunken deeply in that becoming

that transforms and direct the ongoing
forms, events and meaning in your world
let me undergo a multitude of repentance

that scrubbing of my soul, my being

until my will is one with your will
and in me is born a new person
from above, born of water and spirit

rested on Jesus as he walked

out of the river Jordan!
let my mind think nothing but your thoughts
and speak nothing but your Word

the Energy creating and recreating

the world in decline and deterioration
and large scale destruction
of the un-renewable resources!

 

Christmas 2000

That wailing and weeping

Now, not in ancient Rama,
But, right in our midst
Not Rachel, for her children
But, helpless fellow creatures
Refusing, all consolation
Cause, they are no more
That’s Christmas of Christians
Deaf, dumb, and blind

Forests thousands of acres

The gardens of Eden damaged and destroyed
For holiday decorations
And cosmetic Christmas worship
For printing of comical carol sheets
And hilarious, hypocritical greeting cards

Turkeys, with other fowls

And innocent animals
Butchered, in millions of tons
Slaughtered mercilessly
For celebration of
The creator’s love
For pretentious Christmas fellowships
And for the feeding of hellish greed

Oh did you hear that

Wailing and weeping,
This time, not in ancient Rama
But right in our midst
Not Rachel,
No, not Rachel, for her children
But, helpless fellow creatures
Refusing, all consolation
That’s Christmas for Christians-
Deaf, dumb, and blind

Henry Victor      25.12.2000