The Host Says "Friend Come Higher"

A Poem for Sunday 28, August 2016  based on reflection on the Gospel lesson for that day of Jesus at a banquet and an experience of getting up early with Pat and watching the Perseid meteor showers on August 12, 2016



The Host said: “Friend Come Higher” (poem)
Is is third hour: waxing Gibbons' shadow
has left the building. We're racing down
for yearly stardust asperges appointment
to the beach to have those ocean breezes
be the divine wind clearing out our lungs
from this years toxic gases emitting from
mongering candidates pandering rants.
We're on a planet spinning again into one
of the many places Creator/ Maid sweeps
the stardust off her crafted chandeliers
which we, in our limits, call Perseus
after that slayer of dreadful monsters.
Speeding recklessly at a rate of 100
ooohs and aaaahs per hour we leave all
that oh so important trivial tripe behind.
Hear her say, “Friend come higher, so
that that you be anointed to remember
that you, and neighbor and your enemy
as well, are my beloved stardust and to
stardust shall you all each day return.”