Tricker of No One.

October 1, 2008

Floating through waves I hear the ship creek.

Peace rests on the vessel as the water slaps against its skin.

The outskirts of the bay are illuminated by the flame.

My fists remain idle as I gaze up at the pine.

No pumping, beating or punching.

Simply peace.

I will show you how to die, oh Great Matriarch.

Jesus exalted the name of his father,

But aren’t they all One?

Showing us how to exalt himself

Through the vocabulary of Abba.

When we leave the Bay,

And the waves no longer lull,

They crash and beat their wrists together.

Exalt him, Ruler of all.


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