Stone & Timber

Stone and timber
Tree and bolder
They age much slower.
One by one with a chip, tap and chisel
From the field they make their way.
Whispers of what the maker has planed.

Stone on stone, assembled to hold a fire
Fitted timbers, limits for the snow and wind.
The brown & gray rise and take their shape against the outer winds.
A habitation laid by many hands.
A warm place.

This o’l world is not my home.
For I seek something much older.

A land unseen, not laid by any man’s hands.
Where trees speak of healing in there leaves.
Of flowers that curtesy to a passing Makers stride.
Banqueting table belly laughs.
With broken swords no more.
Favoring a greater honor found among friends,
it is far better than the promises of unknown men.

For the big words from big names
With to much pomp, claiming un-due honor.
The deceiver has deceived
And created a habitation of his own.
With brazen pride, He built it in Lords temple for his own honor.

One by one with a pat on the back and a drink of spirits to soothe.
Culprits grew in the pulpits
To lead away the people of the Way
From healing communities built with honor.
To the cold halls of programs and methods
And degrees of certifications.

Loops and hoops
To slow and mesmerize the people of the Way.

But moment by moment
Stone and timber
Tree and bolder
They age much slower.
The dew of the grass be consumed
By the Bon fires of such fake honor.

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