Glory you Chose

Seeing nature in all God's glory
While all hell is breaking loose!  

Witnessing creations beauty
Simultaneous slipping
The devil's noose

Praising Him in the storm
Is the privilege you can chose
A combination guaranteed not to lose

Mirror Mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall
The man in the mirror is not me at all

The reflection looking back is an older version of me... myself

Your switch of my image was done in stealth

I can not prove it but i think it was done
At the rising of the moon
And the setting of the sun

All I know is the wish the switching was done!

Truth in the Midnight Hour

In the midnight hour

The words I have suppressed 

Will not rest

Their failed utterance increases the distance
Between the practical and ethical

That distance 

Grows like spaces left 

From rotted planks 

On a rope bridge 

Strung over a river whose waters 

Flow with the remnants of my identity 

Truth's crucifixion spills the blood of freedom

Dripping out the nailed pierced hands of Christ

Or it burst open through the bowels 

Of a suicidal traitor whose death rope 

Could not support the weight of 

30 pieces of silver 

Clinging to his pragmatically deluded heart

Either way truth speaks 

But how will it speak through me

Will I have the Faith to heed justice's

Demand for articulation 

In the face of reduced materialism 

Or I has a comfortable couch 

Seized my ability to do what is right 

The morning light 

Will give rise to resurrection or remorse 

As I seek God's chosen course

Artist Say ...

The Poetry of Don Boucher

Artist!

See and feel your pain

But don't drown in the rain. 

Don't let your broken heart 

Sharpen the  pen point so sharp

That you can't make a start

To each new day. 

Make sure you play and

Don't hold back

But give your heart away. 

I know it is a risk

But it it is better to seek the kiss

Than slice the wrist of loneliness

Draining the brain of energy and vitality

All that is reality

Because in the end

You have friends and family

Who love your heart

Who share in your art!

Words and images carry onward

Beyond our day

They have their say

Reinterpreted by future eyes and ears

With knowledge lost

Knowledge gained

In a time queer to us

But dear to us who reside

On the other side of time

Observing your paint and rhyme

Influenced 

By we who sought answers

Never found

By then 

It will be your go round

To speak 

Thru the art you have found

Pen and Pad

By Daniel Boucher.

Stuck in reality
That feels like a dream
A daze in my head
Playing back scenes.

I see my little girl smile
Ain't need a plug.
Her name on my chest
Is worn like a bullet proof vest.

The insanity of life keeps
The pace going faster and faster

Running on a high rope
Trying not to look down.

When you look down
Depression surrounds
So you keep your head up
Till your feet can hit the ground.

Doing the same thing every day
Expecting different results

Fighting with my demons
Pushing them to jump off at the end of a rope.

On my knees
Praying for help.
Someone save me
Teach me how to love myself.

My life keeps changing the pace
Keeps racing
Catching my feet.

Drowning in a virtual reality
Escaping from the stress that all around me. Push and shove see the plugs and drugs.

Running away
Because sobriety is my only love.
No need for a bottle or a l.

Just a pen and a pad
To let my heart scream out.
These lyrics are my escape from fate.
My relief from stress
When I'm letting screws loose in my head.

So I continue to fight and
Continue to write
So my demons don't win this race.

I push
To set my own pace
And chance my path.

And God knows
That I don't know how to be a dad
But I try my best
To push away the press and stress
To see my girl
And take the weight off my soldiers
Like removing a bullet proof vest.

Feel a little lighter
And get more fight for the night.
Cuz when the light shows
All darkness cowers in fright.

The Fire

Escaping the drafts
That blow thru
The cracks of my conscience

Testing my resolve to
Seal sins chilling breath
From the warmth of
God's presence heating the furnace
That fires my Body Soul and Spirit

The draft persists
Despite the presence of the heat

The only solution
Is to get closer to the fire
And fuel the flames
Burning within
The triune nature of who I am

Creed

Immigrant Apostles’ Creed
(By Rev. Jose Luis Casal)

I believe in Almighty God, who guided the people in exile and in exodus, the
God of Joseph in Egypt and Daniel in Babylon, the God of foreigners and immigrants.

I believe in Jesus Christ, a displaced Galilean, who was born away from hispeople and his home, who fled his country with his parents when his life wasin danger.

When he returned to his own country he suffered under the oppression of Pontius Pilate, the servant of a foreign power.

Jesus was persecuted,beaten, tortured, and unjustly condemned to death. But on the third day Jesusrose from the dead, not as a scorned foreignerbut to offer us
citizenship inGod’s kingdom.

I believe in the Holy Spirit, the eternal immigrant from God's kingdom amongus, who speaks all languages, lives in all countries, and reunites all races.

I believe that the Church is the secure home for foreigners and for all believers.

I believe that the communion of saints begins when we embrace all God's peple in all their diversity.

I believe in forgiveness, which makes us all equal before God, and in reconciliation, which heals our brokenness.

I believe that in the Resurrection God will unite us as one people in which allare distinct and all are alike at the same time.

I believe in life eternal, in which no one will be foreigner but all will be citizens of the kingdom where God reigns forever and ever. Amen.

Corporate Cowards

Corporate cowards
Stealing from the working man
Begrudging labor
A few toys and retirement
In this promise land

Bailouts from them
Foreclosure for us
They want our social security
From the government we can't trust

Risky ventures
Predatory schemes
Pick pocketing
Our American Dream

The corruption is a stench
To the middle class nose
Might be time for the union man
To endure the club and the hose

Business ethics put on the shelf
Only masters prosper
When it is everyman for himself

Democracy was made
For the everyday man
A Corporation a person
Was never part of plan

Buying elections
An owned press
A simple detection
Retaining the poor
In prisons of detention

Corporate cowards
Running the show
Until that day
When the working man
Says NO

Loves Cask

Loves fermentation
Caught in the imagination
Makes life a moving vacation
It teaches souls from
Every economic station
That our value is not
Only In our vocation

Each moment is
An opportunity for adaptation
Got to realize
The most important thing
Is human relation

Then your heart will be the Cask
That pours the best wine first
And makes love last

Hearts Connect

Sometime hearts connect  
Trying to understand why
Pours out the wine
Of an overflowing cup!

For a lifetime
A season
For only a moment
Love knows the reason

It is a place
Of smiling eyes
Or tear taught cheeks
Where knees get weak
And silence speaks

Not Blind

Not Blind

Don't  want to be blind to the black
Blind to the white
Blind to sizes that fit people right

I want to see
To celebrate
The bony
The curvy
Those whose dress unnerves me

Don't want to be deaf
To thoughts that test me
Words that arrest me

Don't want to grow hard
To feelings that caress me
Conversations that bless me
Or Friendships that imbibe
What is inside me
The kind that don't hide me
In image and taste
All generated
By passing fashion that is hip
Until it is old
Unless federated by those who scold
The too....

Yes, the ...   too
The too tall
Too bright
The too round
Too light
Those who wear their pants too low
Or maybe too tight

Got to see differences as real
Homogenation steals
The diversity
Birthed in divinity
Displayed in dignity

From He

Who never saw beauty
As a one size fits all
Or one color for all
Or as a commodity
Purchased at the mall

To see differences as ugly
Is to be identified with the Fall
Truly the saddest blindness of them all!

Rock Pillow

Pillow pillow where are You!?
Nevermind
I found rock...That will do!

Soldier sleeping while stand up
Bodies pressed together in a cattle truck

Work  work work
Both day and night
If you're sleep deprived
Still got to fight

Mind in motion
To the training it did receive
Still not a substitute
For a Mom on her knees