Crave A Revolution

If patience is desired, persistence is the game
A long forgotten memory, is a face without a name
We’ve dismantled all the bridges, to that city on a hill
Transforming all our shovels into weapons that can kill

Your whine, is less displeasing as you age
If you crave a revolution, lift a finger, turn the page

Our songs of celebration, mask our feelings of regret
We stupefy the masses, with every chance we get
Singing lyrics not yet written, with our hands raised in the air
Sharing sermons of concern, just to let them think we care

Your whine, is not as bitter as your rage
If you crave a revolution, lift a finger, turn the page

There could be a great revival, if the dead would loose their grip
We might witness that progression, deep within the fellowship
A twisted sense of reason, leads a charge toward no return
Waiting for a sign, to let us know, that we have just been burned

Your whine, is getting sweeter as we age
If you crave a revolution, lift a finger, turn the page

James F. Ross

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The Life Examined

Beautiful precious souls
Rest now, ’till morning rise
Dream-abouts make known
That what might be

And what might be
Is spring in summer
Hand in hand along
Furrowed fields planted

Faith nurturing hope
Patience’s virtue vetted
A voluntary pause in motion
Begins anew the life examined

James F. Ross 

2015

Paint The Moon

Away away seafaring brood
Away to ships and sailing
Traverse again to distant shores
Remember those awaiting

Away away ye kindred kind
Away to gathering be
We’ll paint the moon ’til starry night
Whenever you come home to me

Away away to hinterland
Forever dreaming you’ll be
Arrest your fear to once again
Lay hold the joy you’re seeking

Away away ye kindred kind
Sojourn to gathering be
We’ll paint the moon ’til starry night
Whenever you come home to me

~~~

James F. Ross
2014

a repost

Rise Now

Beneath the calm
Belies a struggle
Of want and not
And gain no more

It’s where is kept
The dearest secret
Pride and polish
Spun to lore

A sweet fragrant
Uniquely common
Treasured
Portion not yet shared

Rise now
For on this shadowless eve
That solitarily embracive provocation
Gives way to fellowship and love

~~~
James F. Ross
2015