a poem

 Roaring

 

 

 

 

From faith to salvation it’s planted,

Enough for forgiveness,

On the way to transcendence,

God’s children walking steady.

That is the way this goes

From here to there to the heart

Of Mexico City, right down south

To Guatemala and Honduras,

Haiti is dancing beneath the umbrella.

The time it is ringing

For the luck that is ringing,

The pair of the doves,

Came the same way—

By the sun they flew,

Right up to the moon.

 

That is the way,

This is headed,

To the middle of the ocean,

Peace in the Atlantic,

To the sound that is going

On a born again tremendous,

From the time it takes to walk a mile

Down the African coastline,

Just to get a dollar

For doing the jive,

Just to make the ends meet,

By your life so alive.

 

This is the way that it rings,

Away from further in the atmosphere,

That is the way that this goes,

From here to her center stage hair,

From yesterday to tomorrow,

The windows all lit up,

With scenic lamps, all God’s kids,

Children that are blessed,

All the children

With cups on their heads,

Mr. Hat is so spontaneous,

He doesn’t challenge the time for settling,

Away for just see,

Here right with me,

In front, beside me,

Sparrows and threes,

The sound of the queen

Through the stereo calm mantlepiece

Alive with the bells

For the loudest life that just knells

That faith that is soaring

And Earth that is good,

The lives that are roaring,

All of God’s children.

by Ben Bussewitz