John the Baptist

 

John the Baptist grabbed no chair to sit

nor pleased any powers or towers of his times

he was simply a voice from the desert

the strongest reed of the prairie crust

John was the music of vales and hills

and cherished not the herds of cowards

he danced not to beats of country drums

nor cared for the civilized city thumbs

John was a sensitive stethoscope

listening to heart beats of the divine

dancing in the spirits of the poor

resizing, re-leveling hill with valley

© henry victor     02.04.2003

arms to embrace

you have given me much moons

and plenty of many an opportunity

yet i remain absolutely empty

but pleading from you for more!

awake now my soul! for it is time

to rise from sleep and slumber

to un-hoard the clutter of desire

in that nothing, the ego, act as if all

instead stretch your arms to embrace

the homeless, the hermits, the marginal

and the bleeding, walking also to the jail

to set free the broken-wing birds to fly!

© henry victor       02.01.2016

dance with peace

alone i stand short like that smashed glass
ready to be scattered, to be interred inside
a grave yard with my brokenness
in body, mind, soul, and human ties

but with full of sap, that thick and thin

life affirming and life giving spirit alive
with masks thick and thin discarded
for dance naked with no dress rehearsal

to continue into eternity, a land

absent of ego and confusions
with love reigning and love raining
continuously i shall dance with peace

12.03.2012