Our Father Who art in Heaven Hallowed be Thy name Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven Give us this day our daily Bread And forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us And lead us not into temptation But deliver us from evil
Amen
Jesus is Lord! Come Lord Jesus!
Come Lord Jesus! Christ is Lord!
Securing Some Rain
And scarcity hold Between us forever, Fortune in the news And way done to remorse Substance blue we would subscribe And wearing our hats for often Distance in our way that would be Russian I make no menu secure, but to measure I trust Sincere to neighborhoods apprised Sympathy hold to our ruin I am here in faith and stand corrected Too close to pasture for one regret The season of rain is here And I will surely slip As desert can see And there is fuel on this ship Sending stateside enigma Redeeming one neighbour and sending right A cue for our hammock and gunboats Widely raking wear And extra to our everything The greatest water unbelied And sinkable news in trust The order of news and behaviour On time as before, And choking gravity Our peaceful fen Commit us to this ruin And I will eat the Earth
Like Old Times
A behest in nightfall upon we set Lighting days to empress one Fortunes call And winning this May In touch of brain The chill and time of change If we were the amount,- A piece of grand reunion Isn’t it swell The pair of swans alert And fortresses of then And steering flight to Rome We are sun at rest Watching what we hear For grand alignment news Singing of the ordinary Enhancing once to Sisson- the place of rule At Man’s behest til June Wondrous be thy hat And falling Water regret The Earth is honest at its tides Seeing heart And winning Monique’s best The fordham of our pair Til ‘89 repeats.
2050
And then bemusement Of the virtual insane I was toy of the universe And a virtual water- in the stream Multi-dest in ribbons A showpiece on the Moon For those softened clouds A day in growing late But the General call Of iridium and scarab wish We were indignant on repeat With Suns and seasons and rain And after fur There was nothing like humanness To be along the guides- And best because of dough We whispered to the comet To end this dowry Victims of a dam Third floor in conscious glad Tiny bits of window-lay And the mercury harness A sworn regret of Earth To tiny amends that be The most of static heat and rain And berry-blust Fever for the open sewer In strategy on sale For the top heat at last- and Mexican Subtract a world of ivory For the ice and tumours shrinking People in Florence- Running Falun tide And the opiate cigars Fresh takes on being wise To fiber-grand and Rorschach A Captain by few and paid To probably wonder Eating sheep if iron due And a mixed up planet In retort from Saint John To seek perimeter wild As solid water Distance-practised in effigy Personal hums and stale cations A victory for this lake And a synthesis of the electron Planetary know-how A fear of laws unkept But Victory on Keewatin This lettuce scourge of the waves No toiling of the Emperor Keen to tighten our ship Motivation to see the present And a Victory- a false Victory- For the turnstile and the beam And rotten teeth And a vestibule for the ledge Of paws and arms and legs A fortune-cover seeks the world One night the same In places strong to view With nothing daring but the law If we are here, consider our children Madly profitable and open set Hues of blue to light our day And in this sect of throwing years A song of missions- and prairie dawn A feldspar for the East And nicotine labs Victory from the South In early rise to Sin-July Make mortal no mistake- Mountbatten few.
Lord Jesus I Love You
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And the season knows it best Prayers for Earth and its spin This Victory Road is March With beams of tiny blue and gold An effort to know What friends we keep in troop Nothing lands in grey But tough and green for kin And in her, thy Mom Peace to prevail And packets in the wind In here and May.
Spring (Quispamsis)
Meenan’s forward seeing rates of high heaven and Celtic run, Lazarus’ key to upper those believe, in the bounty of constant rain, muzzled by the 1 and groom, all shocks landing Atlantic sky, a better weapon than ICBM, a standing army fit for good, and days of rice to tell the tale, what suffer for- the truth is scoundrel, women join the Western sky, and boats dotting the velvet verse, to pray in Christ for Eucharist and Holy fever everywhere, a dam would burst in general time, as word and worm are here and there, to shoes for more than them and her, classes of being for shores that give, I am a starburst; I am you, and we not are need of a data design, upon this day and upper lip, a Hampton journey tempered- to cc and back, across the fields, to what was salt and see, power of attorney in the middle of night, for mercy on farms and h11, the gladdest gift of Indigenous time, people posthumously known as saints, in something St. Bernard would wait, for American days of 59 below, and Sussex breaks for understanding, all glory but Him, we are prostrate and proud, but mercy not known til March and esteem, men of high office who would stand in for God, to death is this unto great common, vapour and value to modest renew, in May there are fonts of four and more, underknowing to Grand Ile but praying, for water in course to become us, and bluster, and pay, to march and forswear on the Navy, and blue in time for Iran that is small, whose temper is witching and rough, Save the Queen, save the raindrop and orca scare for North landing, and June in time for Sparrow’s worth dawn, and No place beyond Quispamsis is quiet forswear- building fort and dawn and pleasing the East but forswearing the sat craze of balmy dew; striking man and the dirge of the old in ovation, restless dew in an island of few and seeking what style but November, we are solid our walk and pretend our esteem, and King’s Landing pro-bono in bond to our knees.
Persons of War
And in the lighthouse square A sympathy of wonder For each to dramatize What Rome must be feeling To this Earth- A column but when In strange and weary apart The Victory knows And at bay- And the time of battle And at two-fold Blessing the speed of light For an oxymoron An eternity of forgiveness And the focus lore Let sympathy beget At chrism get Hang the distance trying In all forts blue A merit of all this day And merry waking At Christmas and the Church For heights to see them on A Will for all who keep.
No More Russian Relations
And to a door was humble The path under spots of silver dew A meek friend and to those lights A whistle and that But adjusting these places A Victory of ten In the square root of a dollar The New York I was looking for Running edges of the quarrel In definite shapes concurrent Wisdom from the side load And bribes to remember Days for swimming in this the most- Pregnant and unfolded Intermarried by others Fit to stand At least the law noting a horse Victory news for home Seek the Northern unlit A prayer for Türkiye And best of days to show: Our carefully orchestrated to win Years of plundering wrath unformed And unasseemed and unlit A hand in every move for the unmapped We have shadowed every gain And Luther is no poem Trust me not in deep exaggeration Mystery to home- and whatever suits us best Lest we suffer by limb And belonging to sugar if so All torts and then we were- a mystery lake in fire At a seed remission With prayer as a recreant And Christ the Lord our home For the souls be made A spike and wonder Keeping Crosses near Death to man means the end One could think of fear And bombs upon this plain We have suffered the plan History unexhaust The exploitable foam Rapturing Saranelle Forts and tubes of grey And this is our remark- that we are defiant to the sphere This justice imperfect On loose time and major sin Time will do well And for this to be yours, I forget Darkness at your house And in mine Clues to random carry I unaccept the lectern With history aglow And no-one suited Peter Greatness gone and elsewhere for Leaving lanterns escape Through the hands of Munich Great cover in thy trust And one affair To play it through That Russia is at war To Kyiv the solid free.
And Across This Pangaea
Where oceans come to play Upon this Northern shore In solution to the rain Fifty years from home Did I win for the day And nice hat Years of butter drifts In places wrecked and muddy I see thy frame And pieces of Baddeck To surf the early culture Pieces near across The tundra barely new But roads to destine by In advancement to the Earth For being careful to the land Terse and much angelic We sought to say we were- on the way out Of Water to our day And splashing a taboo All we see is World And salty few Measured for drift To see us at this reckon In perfect heat and sunrise A mix to every station Our favourite star awaits The turmoil at one’s tide And lucky land- and keep- In darkness sees the day For perfect swims in sight And little landings by the South A rising Moon across- For beckoning to see The ocean cause And freedom found to roam Places unestate In common grains of dew And mystery mark Lands of Canaan poke remorse In essence standing much too high But this to view- this perfect tour The landform needs are high One day in sparse, and echoed high We live to see the past As ancients keep Like sounds of happy gif We eat our clothes In medieval war Where Victory gave us news That we were one And solid few For next and ten religions On Holy ground This Earth and swell And manna for our food The edge of souls And throes to keep We whisper and we wait.
Birds of Encouragement
Filling high the brim of heat Thatches wait aquarry In distance seen a day to be well Thoughts of her by Marry The Swift seventeen And handhouse by Fall A tort for vary this year Small planet blue And I will suffer for you The layers of dawn and at wish A sunny you and simplified sword To forgive a pierced sky and forget After clear the dust coming And never a hope to be back For Will and worry and these shows of the occluse A sympathy with Mystress by chord Imperpetua upon Wren and the show of a burden We speak with a clue and mean well The sorrowest be fighting first flight In cannon to years of unget But in high Cedar Wax, And a day to be then The height of a Grey Jay- In accord In this trace acre a therapy would By acrobats and litter and wheel To the friar unwilled and the substance, bought a ship By sympathy huge and unweary By essence though a road And King’s hand to see muster The best upon fording these walls To walk with a Dove and to fool the unfriend We will be faithful and always, As a Suncatcher knows- True and far.