Good-bye Jimmy Jones

"When we speak in the diminutive,the perspectives change and we remember, that in the scheme of things, there is nothing so small as a man..."

Good-bye Jimmy Jones

From small town
with Christ's dreams
in sunlight and
moonbeams
For love of neighbor,
not his money,
look forward
to a land
of honey...

All men walk
that razor's edge.
All will stumble,
tumble down,
crying as we
reach the ground
Small boy,
slow to realize
and seeing through
a child's eyes
the fascination
of a place
where all will
feel the Lord's embrace.

Oh tell a tale
of best intention
and step into
a mad dimension...

As in Eden,
go with God...
Approach Him
with a heart
of trust
Now walk alone -
you know
you must...
Blinded by
a sad progression
Banished by
your own transgression...
Never strong,
never able,
just pulled along
to meeting table.
Something else
sits down with you...

Understanding,
not withstanding
Best intentions
are your friend.
The wolf runs
through
the flock and fold.
Their blood
is warm.
Your heart
turns cold.

Enabler
to the
Tower of Babel
to confound
the spotless,
primitive
innocence,
to confound
the love,
the music,
that hymn
of brotherhood :
the myth
of equality...
Not heaven's
message -
not heaven
alone.
Good-bye Jimmy Jones.

The jungle's silence
when you walk...
flash of plumage,
primal cry
900 daisies
will grow
when you die.
Feel the fear.
Feel the rage
as good
and evil
come of age.
A dirge is played
for coming home
where Jimmy stood
 for seconds alone
 with a bullet.
Good-bye Jimmy Jones.