What’s Wrong with Jesus

Is it coming from no wealth or power

Is that what upsets you

The acceptance of other as they are

Is that what angers you

Is it the removal of the chose people status

Is that bothersome to you

Is it that the world can be at peace and love

Is that unacceptable to you

Is it the open doors to those who are different and don’t look like you

Is that angering to you

Is it the revolution of love that he brings with gentle and subtle hope

Is that wrong to you

Whats wrong with Jesus

I just can’t figure it out

Is it that he came to abolish your petty little religion

You have the establishment

He has the people

Is that what did you in

We can take him out of the books and remove him from the words

But in the end the story he lived

Is the part that will never go away

For he loved so that we could love

Is that wrong to you

Who are you now

That your evil ways have been dispensed by him

Is that too much for you

Take Me To The Turn

Embrace the challenge

Of golf and it’s bitter edges

Take me to the turn

And start again

From the summer grass

Cut in the early hours

To the tee box setup in the light

Turn the day into a light of hope

Take on the joy of the game

Everyday

Dogleg Left

To the dogleg left

On the side of the hill

With a pond easy sitting

At the edge of the chance

To take up the summer light

In the setting fit for a new eye

I see the golf course awake today

Sitting up in the dew to say again

How is the morning set in a glisten

The birds call out to those who will listen

And see the light of the day set upon their skin

Random Strain

The city life

Of motion

Moves without even knowing

What will come next

And the random strain

That is made from a misstep

Will make you remember

The way the world moves

With us all riding

Along

Headquarters

The HQ

A place to define

The limitations

Of what can be

And what could be

Done

And undone

With exhaustion

To the wind

Of narratives

Grave

In the HQ the words

Land

The Polite Expert

All things held constant

As they are

Words are needed to soothe

The disruption

From a certain combustion

So the fuel can be expelled

With a polite expert

Weaving the words

Through a difficult

Narrative

To see what the future

Can hold