Friends
The journey began so long ago.
Senses tell us it’s seemingly so.
Wherever one is, in the midst of crowds
It’s You, one looks for, in the gaze of an eye
Of friends that appear with a smile and a nod
“The signposts say clear, this is the way,
a hand I can lend, some words I can say
Let’s press on together, day by day”.
Friends in a crowd.
Where hurrying, scurrying , milling about
In a seemingly randomly, blindingly way
Seems to be the disorder of the day.
True friends make it clear
That the light of their love,
In origin above
Will dispel any fright
Make right, any might
And let’s pray, end this night.
In that glorious sun rise
All Friends will Be
In the Light
Of the Love
That is Thee.
Francesco (1986)
Clay Play
for God said
“Let there be light in the night”
And God made us clay
so in our play
we could work through the strife
we’ve come to call life
By true living we’ll see
that truly to Be
in the Light of the Sun
Where-when all is One
is the Birthright we seek
to fly out of this night
On wings fashioned of Love
given freely above, and below us we shed
passions, desires and dread
till letting go of clay
moving on in the play
taking on the Star Role
We’re made Whole.
Francesco (1990)
Angel Wings
Wherever You are, there the Light is.
And if it be your will to fall,
no matter the wherefores and whys
Countless Angels fall with you.
Not as protectors to cushion some imagined doomsday flight,
but as companions honoured to go with you.
And so,
when you see the drunkard stumble and fall
don’t let out a curse, or fault find his way
but rather walk with him.
And Angels will bless you and sing
Harmonizing intervals between your song and Hymns
And the fall
Is but a pause
Within the gentle breeze
Of Angel Wings
and Flight.
Francesco (2000)
Wrestling with an Angel
Jacob wrestled with an angel.
This was not some lazy afternoon’s pastime
But a lifetime of encounters.
At first a slight breeze from this
Beings wings
then, as Jacob’s eyes turned beyond the blinders
of the world,
this angel rose from the mists of a vague,
half remembered Heaven
of Rays from which emanates
physical light.
What the story doesn’t say,
Out of kindness
Is that this angel so loved Jacob
That he taunted him
Day and night, night and day
Pulling at his heart
Picking at his liver
“do you love me, Jacob?
Do you love me?
Then prove it
Not to me
But to yourself”
Day and night, night and day
Till Jacob ran
Hear me, he ran
And hurled his life at this angel
And with all his might
Wholly desired that which he
Simply knew he lacked.
Well friend, what be your angel?
And what is your strategy
To wrest the truth of your life
Into your Heart.
Francesco (1992)