Sojourner I

The Voice comes from afar

Beyond beds of stars

And the horizon of mars

The Voice rides to my ears

On the wings of technology

The Voice comes as from far

The Voice of my Spiritchild

As from mount Horeb.


Sojourner II

It is cold again today

Though the snow melts away

Leaving in its wake

Damp moist winds

But speaking to you today

My Spiritchild

From far beyond

A thousand miles

Your voice draws into this heart

Warm drafts of joy.


Sojourner III

I reach again into the belly

Of the skygod

I float again beyond clouds

Of tensed nerves

And recurring dream of

Seamless nights

I yearn to touch or hear

The voice of my

Spiritchild

Distanced by hills and streams

Of fourteen days.


Sojourner IV

To the sojourner with a heart

Of ivory

Give a leather shield

Of transcendence

And to the irreverent gambler

On the ever famished road

Give the Queen of hearts

And our god's broken promise.


Sojourner V

The trench is filled

And the water is dark

And murky with leeches

And thorns and bones

The trench we must cross

To our in-laws home

Is filled with dry bones

And painted figurines

From yesteryear's rituals

The trench we must cross

To our father's house

Is filled with fearsome fish

And we must now jump

Into our destinies

The road we must now take

Is littered with bones

Of yesterday's sojourners.