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ROCK OF AGES
ROCK OF AGES
Noah’s ship with its cargo comes to rest ashore eventually;
There is a respawning after every disaster and devastation.
Our conscience sustains us only for a while and we plummet.
Jesus was alone at Gethsemane as he knelt to pray near a rock.
The sleeping consciousness cannot remain awake with him.
The whole town was asleep as was Peter, his only rock.
We are but nascent bubbles on the lips of our only friends.
Each time they say “read my lips” we drift to the North Pole.
We are always at sea because the unfaithful so blows bubbles.
Who can wait for disaster relief when no one will assume risk?
Who is able to wait forever for a drink of cool refreshing water?
Who can cross the ocean of samsara without the boat of Ram.
Like Jesus we wept and sweat blood yesterday before blackness fell.
We wept because slavery has returned; we wept because the whole
Twentieth century was a defeat; war fought to end wars.
Oh Peter, our rock! You were the first to awaken to save him;
The night behind you was so black you could not roll it back
What can we do but raise our hands in prayer asking for forgivness.
