Hordes and hosts

(bougeys, ghosts,

fears and smears)

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I would rather be crucified with Jesus, than walk free on my own.

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I’d rather be with Jesus, crucified,

than on my own, walk free from him who died.

If this is so: he went the length of his..

his country where he lived. I can do this

with him. Just now my fears are coming out

and facing me {as long as I will pout;

or run away back home; not set my face

like flint or hardened steel, not for disgrace

but facing it to walk through it and show

it as a bougey (for it is, I know)

compared to Christ, God's boy, who’ll never be

alone, without his Father God, who’ll see

that things go well, despite the fact that we

will still experience heart-break and loss

of all that seems the best, like on a cross

the person’s (& their friends’) plans, hopes for he

who, once he’s crucified, and died, is free

as birds in sky are not bound down by the -

the forces here of gravity which still

exert themselves upon each bird, but will

not have the pow’r to keep birds “on the ground”}.

I now dump all my fears on whom I’ve found

to be quite able, through creative love,

to carry all my crap. He will not shove

but leaves with ev’ry test a way to walk.

Oh God, your boy, showed me how not to baulk,

but in your presence, rather ask you to

make sense of things. And then with wings, he flew!

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