a poem

“God’s Way of Love”

 

 

From the depths of the ocean,

To the Son’s most wild wave,

I love her completely, totally,

For all shining days, remarkable ways,

Of the dazzling vine,

Who brings fruit to all land,

In the Loving Divine.

 

 

 

by Ben Bussewitz 

a poem

“Where the Mountains Fly and Rejoice in Praises”
by Sufjan Viouiest


The life of the rocking on jet planes,
Traversing the heavenly heights,
On the way into heaven,
Through open-field pastures, fecund with beauty,

The two of them together, with Jesus,
The yearning, calling, vivacious sun,
Shining amidst, the Light of all Days,
In the lively, foggy mist,

That heaven on earth may someday become,
Alive for everyone, with peace on earth,
And more glory in heaven where Jesus’s throne alights,
The God of Israel, the Jew they know so well and delight in.

a poem

"Why I Am Here"
                          By Ben Bussewitz
 
 
The wind in her hair runs the sail of the boat,
I’m always twisting and turning it and our hearts,
Beat down the river, alive and in good manner,
In the best service to the ocean, where it leads,
And the vibrant breath, of one another, in the light of the reapers,
Comes the wealth of the speakers. Loud and proud,
Along to the peaceful dwellings and marching band parades,
Into the Time Square for all the yearnings and hopefuls’ serenade.

a poem

 The State of Being

You are so holy, loving, radiant, beautiful,

among plains with straw-wheat growing,

opening up to blue-green mountains,

sprawled out alongside an open frontier of hills rolling.

The heartfelt, fully embarked, open sea scroll,

Canvas pedaling, balloon hearts,

Pink and red and dark blue and green,

In a wonderfully, spectacularly theologically-driven

avant-garde dolphin splash, giving.

by Ben Bussewitz MM

 

a poem

 The Peace of her Sandhour Glass

by Ryan Abraham Ernest Ventriloquist, D.D. (Ben Bussewitz, MM)

The lavapen spent at two in the mirror window shutters,

where the light ran still and clear,

forever through the still glass,

in her heady balm wheat, a watering bucket

to for the tractor buckwheat, tistling the instalayers,

watering the plants, with a kind piece of goodness,

with the love of the earth and the Lord’s Spirit which fills it all,

over the depths of righteous’ hearts,

to the faithfulness in the dandelions field,

in a sunshine, sun warmth sunflower seed;

the tillyrain heartfelt soul, in the heart of the bold,

in the tongues pedaling out the hearts that are sold

in the Heart of the Bold Walking Up to the Earth!—

a watering tongueland of felt or sold?—

to the washing bucket a dandelion felt rub,

to the new body, the new spirit, the new heart, the new mind, the new soul.

it became the tractor farm and was redeemed,

to the heart of the loving speed,

to the heartspilt rice and colours in need of the Royal Dynasty!—

and the luck of the reaper, in the new life of the made,

in the heart of the made, with the life interposed

in the most blessed way, following LIFE of All Days, forever and a day,

a new day, a forever Self and One and Forever,

with selves that are exalted and value wisdom like treasure!

The wisdom of Solomon filling up their treasures,

with the life of every new year,

in the hearts He treasures,

a radiant queen with life of clay bold erudite blessings of ol,

in the heart blessings of heartfelt Golden Wisdom and Light and Warmth of All Days, Spirit of our Clay the church of the swept.

In the Ionian Sea I am imbued. The way to the wheat field of the golden wisdom of treasure

is right here and the life of the Wisdom of the Treasure Pearl Queen is right near my side,

with the warmth of heartfelt natural disaster the ‘quake of .2 magnitude that

gave him an annurism,

and it was all fixed!—

for the hearts of the interposed and blessed,

for Athens’ Running Aqueduct Heart of Gold.

a flash fiction

The One I Know and Love

      a flash fiction

The way in which light imparts new colors over the radiant perception of open wave crescendos and mighty tusks torpedoing out into forever land, forever bliss, in God’s Kingdom, is reverberating new sounds on the stereo that are humming reminiscent and plethora of perfection in the love willow tree shade in the canopy of the white lily grass.

by Ben Bussewitz, D.D., M.D.

a poem

The amber fire set is where I set my lawn,

With ruby ablaze in the light of clear day’s dawn,

In the flood that brought us to new gods, sums, and ransoms,

To the ship that is streaming alone with tea kettles and triumphs,

In the autumn light air where trees fall with the leafs,

And the forest comes anew, along with you and me,

The heartfelt prayer that left him still to breathe in a

Fragrant color that is perplexed by the weight of the heat,

The radio that keeps coming along now to Texas time,

On the roof where I would fall with you anytime you please,

Hit the sky with you, make a new sound and catch,

The Christian rose where you always knew you’d be fed.

by Ryan Abraham Ernest Ventriloquist, D.D. (Ben Bussewitz)