To chime You-lines
from time to time
while standing clearly on the tight rope
of Your Being. Somewhere between cities and stars…
like on that red rocking horse as a boy, us corralling the moon and sky together
To walk before the cheers or silence of man below
wearing the flashy suit of Your Grace-white silk and diamond flecked glow
already having heard your endless applause
already having glimpsed Your Face, I’m free to be.
So, put the top hat of Your Love on me
so others can see just how tall You really are Lord
I wanted to live it from, not about You-to be a symbol not a sign!
a metaphor not a simile! that’s me.
So you slipped me this “be in Him” card at some long ago party.
I still carry it—it just says, be “in Him”-so, that’s my calling card.
Now turn off any propaganda and make it art in me
made in this studio, in which we are in this forever-collaboration…