Not Pie

Act we, as if
Our piece of pie space
Our map-dot place
Is all there is

Defend it furiously
Argue to exhaustion
With a wrongful righteousness
Then wither with its fruit

But what when
We turn and take notice
God’s graced us with abundance
Its seeds to sow?

Victory Assured

So…this is our calling
The plan plotted long ago
And though you didn’t know
Victory assured

But each day, march nonetheless

There are seeds to sow
Amass the underdogs
Empower their voices
Send them on their way

Bid them go…we’ve no say-so

Wisdom Kingdom

To turn the mourning to a song
To claim the weather was your choice
And all the ache a beckoned friend

To want no more than what is now
To plant the flowers among pests
And seeds of doubt in yesteryear

So then, with wisdom, kingdom come