a poem

 The History of the Spell

 

 

 

The way to settling is by the sound of air

Going to way up there

The way to her is by the way

The path leads to the road

It is always that way

The way to the moon

Is by a trick

A big crescendo

And then a flip

A new dimension

A new course

A new sound

All, of course,

Of course that is the way it went,

From this to that from this to that

To that to this

Then out of left field

The sun it is rising

In the wonderous atmosphere

The sun it is floating

Way up to that

From there to there

From this to that

From this to this

Right to Time Square

It’s how it goes

New Yorks for kids

That is how it comes

Her living life always

On top of everything,

A new dancer,

A new design,

A new heart of her,

In odd time,

The way it goes

Is the way it comes

From this to that

To everyone,

From the way to her

To the way to me

To the sound of the seagulls

Calling up to Creation,

From the waves of the land

Falling downright in love

Up from above,

Up from above.

That is the way

Tp do the splendid dance

For another person comes

Who doesn’t know that accent

And that is the way

To turn the spell on

That is the way,

That is the one,

That is the way

It all goes to here

And from here to Dallas

To Columbia to Yale

To NYU, my alma mater home,

Where the grapes are like winejuice,

To heaven their flown,

Above the sound of her divine ways

Going out in twos or threes,

She is just in front of me,

Never behind me,

Coming right back from this

To like that,

That is a fact

Without any slack,

That is the way this works

From here until there,

From there until tomorrow,

Way up to there.

And there is no doubt

It happened with tremendous sound

Of the birds calling round

Giving waves of new sound

Calling the ocean

“Calm the ocean”

Watching him alone

Pray to His Watcher, His Peace Divinator,

His Start of Heart Creator,

To the sound of him standing

Before his apostles

Right there before them

And Peter leaping

To the sound of his head spinning

The faith was enough

And it always lasts

That’s what he didn’t understand then

But he came to know it

Like the inside of him

In the Kingdom of Heaven.

The way to the reaper

Is right up to God

Doing what I can

To make my good for God,

Gripping to full faith,

That stands strong on the land,

For Him, all for just Jesus.

And that is the way

That our hearts did grow

Out of wood their chiseled

Salt of Creation,

Out of the Maker,

I am made at last,

Forever blessed.

Forever blessed.

That is the way

We made the birds sound

The water was calm

His faith was tremendous,

And burdens were shifted

Onto weightless forgiveness,

In peace beyond transcendence,

There is time for anything, really.

And loving more, the love that flows,

Far away beyond, home for the reses,

She is the way, I feel the most blessed,

And also for my Lord,

To Whom I give my best.

That is the way,

From this until that,

The sound of laughter roaring

Away to famous wood claps

A Disney creation,

Alive to the last current,

A bona fide animation,

With charms out of music,

Making the clay pot wooden

Making the time alive perfect

Making the gas stove boil,

Making the pasta for their heads,

That is the way from this into that

From here to Kansas to south below that,

From here into the Dallas-state-of-the-world,

Houston time is spinning now

Right to the heart

Of a girl,

This time we’re winning,

Whatever we are tossed,

The luck that’s just ringing,

An imagination that’s on top,

The sound that is ringing,

She’s my one and only girl,

She’s my one and only,

She’s out of this world,

And, Oh, how He amazes me,

Jesus Vapor in the Air, a Man in Flesh, God,

A True Father’s Miracle,

The way to her heart

Is to say what is blessed

Going by it with opinions

F0rever that it is said.

That is the way

That this all has to go

From here into home,

Away for the month,

To another splendid vacation,

With family in the nation,

God of all Creation in my pocket,

Right here listening to

My every prayer,

The Quiet, Patient Giver,

The Peace of the World,

The Light of the World,

Oh, how He’s much blessed,

The Maker our God,

And His Holy Spirit,

The Lord of all Creation and Master of Salvation,

Jesus Christ the Godhead,

There is One and Three,

It is miraculous.

It is miraculous.

The way to the waves

Was to test out the time on the clock,

To make it to where it was going,

So it could park by the dock,

Away from where this was heading,

All alone in the land,

All to where it is headed,

My hand in her hand.

My hand in her hand.

That’s the way this is coming

All with her so,

That’s the sound of the Earth,

With her by the creek,

Living calm and wonderous ways,

Casting spells of charms beneath,

And blessed creations of her hair,

From here to right there

To high above the balcony

To the highest land ‘neath

The splendid sky the way from

Today to yesterday to tomorrow,

History be not forgotten.

History be not forgotten.

by Ben Bussewitz