Be StillPsalm 89:9
He stood before a formless void,
The waters of the deep.
And as they crashed beneath his feet
He said, "Be still!" And overjoyed
The shapeless world gave heed.
He stood before a world of sin,
Of holiness ignored.
For forty days his waters poured,
But grieved, He cried, "Be still!" Therein
The earth knew He was Lord.
He stood waist deep before the crowd
And leaned back with the flow.
Deep down beneath the watery shroud
He mouthed, "Be still!" So time went slow
As heaven went aglow.
He stood before the creaking bow,
Beaten by the rain,
With spirit calm, disciples faint.
He said, "Be still!" The waves kowtowed
To Him who came to reign.
He stood before a basin full
As Pilate washed his hands.
With knowledge of this great demand,
He kept still as a sheep sheared of its wool,
Just as the Shepherd planned.
He stood before the devil, killed,
With blood caked on his side.
But fear struck him who once was thrilled
Because the trembling earth could not be stilled
In mourning Him
The Poet Is Sentenced to Death by ObscurityThe rhymes that have now made me fit to die,
those crimes that lift me with prophetic error,
have chiselled my mind into a stony why,
and all the world sprawling, laughing - none the clearer.
The dictators of definitions tense
as to the gallows they me quickly bring
for taking of languages accidents
to corrupt to madness our true, brave kings.
"To the whirring world our words must agree.
The mechanics won't change at your behest.
Doesn't reason deserve our loyalty?"
So goes the fearful cry of all the rest.
But when reason melts the verse will flow
to wash away wisdom so new meaning can grow.