Thursday, August 31, 2017

The Mystery of the Bean

The Mystery of the Bean

What could her “Magic” even do for the humble string bean?
But Who can fathom the skill of the Zen master?
What will she do
With that bean of a greenish hue?

It's not simply ingredients
and timing you know.
It's being one with the bean
and of mysteries unseen.

She needs no spoon
or fork to sample.
And what is that scent
with which it is laced?

I'll soon be at the table
A sniff, a taste.
Then whisked away
to a glorious, delightful unknown place.

Only Tracy the Zen Master has seen,
through the hidden window
into the mystery,
that is the bean.

Robert Palmer 11/2/2017

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New Age Meets Old Age

New Age Meets Old Age

A cloud of swarming thoughts
Gnats in sizzling summer sun
Luring, chasing

Frantic blindness
Out of control
The will to break free

Days, weeks
Months pass
Dizzying years churning
Weary in mind

Winter sun sets cold
On mystery’s endless expanse
Waiting unexplored
Life’s journey has passed

A timeless cool solitary walk
On shaded mountain path
Paper in hand, pen on the ready
Stopping, to weep write and laugh

Does creative thought not work this way?
The projector quietly hums
Guiding the hand as it records
Images seen on the screen as it runs?

How can I break free?
Away from humming swarm
To gaze into peaceful silence waiting
For new vision to be born

There’s safety here on solitary way
For the broken with trusting hand
In the shadow of the Nazarene
Through this hot and treacherous dry land

And what if while gazing
Into the silence
No vision?
No song?

Into timeless quiet
Was for now perhaps
Wisdom’s plan all along

Robert Palmer 10/25/17

Friday, August 25, 2017

Walking Home

Walking Home

Eternal souls
Strangers here we meet
Passing on this street

Silently trusting
Our paths crossing
But love quietly sleeps

With us He travels
My trappings He unravels
Pure love
Birthed beneath Bethlehem’s open skies

On this journey’s final leg
My status quo, letting go
His law of perfect liberty
Guiding my wayward proud heart

In faith I’ll walk
The way I know
He takes my blind hand
And leads me home

Robert Palmer 9/30/17

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Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Growing Old

Growing Old

Like ice in a tray
With the tray broken away
In the warmth of the sun

Trust it must
In the source of the warmth
As it loses
It's old rigid form

This is madness!
Cries the cube
As it drips from the table
And runs down the leg across the floor

My identity is in Question!
My future Unseen!
Yet somehow
I’m more me, than before!

But wait, there's more!
I’ve seeped into the fire
A wisp of vapor
What will come of me now?

Up through the chimney
Drifting through tall trees
Caught in an updraft
Carried away in the breeze

Will I fall as rain?
Then into the ground?
Or end up
In the depths of the blue?

Lord take all
Of the ice in my tray
And melt me all together
Unto you

Robert Palmer 9/15/17

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Friday, August 11, 2017

The Locket

The Locket

Walking away
From the light at night
And the warmth of a friend
I’ve lost my way home

Maybe I'll see someone
Someone who knows me
Cold, empty
I’ve lost my way home

Can you help me?
I've lost my way home!

No one there
Shadows in the night
I’ve lost my way home

A locket with a picture
Someone I should know
Can’t see who it is
But I miss them so

But wait
Look again!
The picture in my locket
Is Christ, my friend!

I’ll keep that locket
Not locked in my pocket
But open

I’ve found my way home!

Robert Palmer 8/11/17

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Thursday, August 3, 2017

The "Old Man"

The “Old Man”

The old me, nothing has changed -
to close for comfort, nothing has changed.

A natural fit, like an old ragged glove.
a seamless transition, nothing has changed.

The way I used to be, slipping right in
where am I? Has nothing changed?

But thanks to The Master, I need only turn away
and back to The Shepard, nothing has changed.

To The Creator who makes, all things new
turning to, nothing has changed.

Bob bending, in the wind
palm a-blowing, but everything has changed.

Robert Palmer 9/2/17

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Tuesday, August 1, 2017

The Hand of The Nazarene

The Hand of The Nazarene

I surrender, Oh God
Scatter me to the wind
But keep me from unbelief
And sin

Tear down my fences
And I’ll lift my eyes
Free to live
Not hemmed in by fear and lies

But where did I stumble?
I've been here before!
Old fences rebuilt
I’ll build them no more.

To roam familiar pastures
Or explore paths anew
Free at last!
God’s heart, by faith to pursue

The enemy is out there waiting
I’ll meet him, I know
But He who lives in me
Is mightier than my foe

I’d built a wall, all around
With a mural on it’s inside surface
And painting myself, into my picture
Was to me, my life’s purpose

A scary place
Is the world I now see
The wall I’d created
Is gone

I’m called to go out
And seek the lost
In this sadness where neither I
Nor they belong

Hard and cold
Or warm and soft hearted
The choice
Is mine to make

I think on my journey
Through this world
The hand of The Nazarene
I’ll take

Robert Palmer 8/23/17

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