Hands of Fire

 

Hands of Fire 

I took the fire in my hands

Blew upon the blaze,

Clasped it to my hungry heart

And upwards I did gaze.

My mind was full of worry

My soul was full of woe,

My body was a tired thing

That did not want to go.

But down within, my spirit man

Stood up and said goodbye,

Waved farewell to the slaves of hell

And every scheme and lie.

They didn’t want to let go

They screamed their angry screams,

They threatened to make nightmares

Out of all my dreams.

And though their threats were frightening

And my flesh fought hard to flee,

I didn’t let them see my fear

Or weakness within me.

I turned not to the right or left

I kept my face like flint,

I felt the fire consume me

Though I was not burned or bent.

The devils howled in terror

The demons crawled away,

But the fire they feared, that holy fire

Refined me there that day.

My flesh began to crumble

My soul sought to submit,

My spirit grew to ten feet tall

And my mind was awed by it.

No more a faithless, worthless worm

No more a dirty rag,

My inner man, the eternal me

Stepped out of that worn bag.

And as I stood and watched it die

My mouth began to praise,

My eyes began to see the plan

Designed in ancient days.

And all my soul was quieted

And all my heart was healed,

And all the false things in my life

Fell off and became real.

I burned and burned as I drank deep

Of the new wine in the cup,

I burned when I ate of the bread

And I did not burn up.

I walked the world in flames of fire

That shot out of my eyes,

My heart, a wounded thing made whole

That heard the whole world’s cries.

And even now, as I write this

I must, of God, inquire,

How can I hold this paper here

When my hands are on fire?

I long to lay them on the heads

Of lost and dying men,

To show them hope in hopelessness

And make them live again.

I want to im-part what I’ve learned

To unbelieving fools,

Share with them the joys of life

Equip them with new tools.

I need to take them to the well

And bid them to drink deep,

Break their chains of dark despair

And give them keys to keep.

I desire to give this holy fire

That burns now higher still,

To man and woman, boy and girl

And whosoever will.

I’d give my life for others

If others my life could save,

I’d pull them out with my own hands

From the coldness of the grave.

This fire that’s shut up in my bones

Bids me to preach and teach,

This fire in my heart and hands

Bids me to seek and reach.

I yearn to touch the untouchables

And make them clean and new,

Watch the dross burn out of the gold

May I share this fire with you?

©by Voo Shining Stone

Dreamer

Dreamer

Farther shores that exist in dreams

Call to his heart

Here in this life of complicated nonsense,

Old magazines, five dollar cups of coffee

And pop culture that mostly pops

But is not cultured.

When morning comes, he has not slept

But sits, still dreaming of a plan 

To not make a plan

To be spontaneous in an unarranged

Detailed sort of arrangement

Hidden to the eyelids of the masses

And unheard of by the ears of conformed genius

Claiming idiots in their billionaire boardrooms.

Music? What is that? It is his life's blood

It is his heart's beat.  It is his soul's rush

It is his life, his love, his touch from divinity

His sanity............................

Now and then he slips into the night, still dreaming

And down the streets in rhythm walking fast

And singing low, listening to the guitar in his head

The piano solo in his mind.

Writing words that come together of their own accord

And in the writing down of those words,

Healing himself in some sweet mysterious way

That nothing else can and that nothing else ever will.

He longs to be invisible but needs the world

To see him as he is

And what he is is a dreamer in a dreamless world

A tough and tender warrior in a place of tiny phones

And I-Podded computer generated popcorn  pathos

Churned into a butter that won't melt and eyes that won't meet

And hearts that won't love and rain that won't fall

Until his hands touch those ivory keys and pluck those silver strings

That call out silently with their little voices, beckoning him back

No matter where he walks and no matter how far he runs.

The music calls him but it won't wait...............

It must be written. It must be played. It must be sung

Even if his heart is the only heart that ever hears it

Even if his tongue alone will taste the words

He is a dreamer and his music is the dream.

 

©by Voo

For Mark

you da man!

smile

Running Away With You

Running Away With You


I set out on the sea of love
One dark and daunting night
I only wanted to find my love
And kiss and hold him tight.

I didn't know the way to go
To bring him back to me
I only knew that he was there
Across the salty sea.

I sent him letters by mermaids
By dolphins and by birds
But I don't know if he received
Or read a single word.

I wrote him songs in my heart
And sang them to the sky
But I don't know if he heard my songs
Or my solemn, saddened cry.

So I packed my little boat
And set out on the sea
Trusting angels to help me find
My love so far from me.

And when I find my dear one
I tell you what I'll do
I'll tell him the "next time you go away"
I'm running away with you!

©by Voo
Oct 7, 2019


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