Wednesday, June 25, 2008

My Work

Gentlemen may cry “Peace! Peace!” - but there is no peace.
-Patrick Henry, March 23, 1775



revivol
conkwest
viktoree
kingdumb
gloree
dreems
renowwne
phaame


Your thoughts? Nay, mine. My ways? Not thine. And yet
My word goes forth, oft in thy hand, to do
All I see fit. Ripe fruit it does beget.
The word, the work, the will are mine and you,


comeonjesus!
everyoneislookingforyouhurryup!
wevegotalongday
people!everywhere!
healings!
miracles!
our plans!


You are mine, too. I know when you will rise
And you will set, a star within my sky.
My word went forth, a-lit thine darkened eyes
To see, afore you e’er did think to try


Ive done
I do
I will do
why dont you?


To find me. In surety, peace I labor
From town to town, the reason why I came.
Now still, as then, no fret in me doth stir
For I am Do – all work bows at my name.











I will my work, my world to re-conquest;
My word shall do, so you, in work, can rest.

2 comments:

Brad Phillis said...

I was wondering if this mightn't show up here. It's excellent, Ben. Your love of Eliot is so transparent, it's great...

Jenn Pappa said...

ha this is awesome! i like the last two lines the best :)