crooked tree

[Bunx]

EDIT 2
Here I am coffee in hand, this sand filled time
is always my favorite. Hate it because you would
stay if you should, the girl here builds from an
X made of wood.

Papa B the 16th would rather slip and swim
in a hot light filled pool than soar in a cloudy
fog with Christ, a personal vise.
Retired with time on his side.

Here Ben will sit under this crooked
shade protected with God's twisted creation.
the bark his is sitting on will not splinter his
worn hands. He will walk amongst man this
once voice of God.

Retirement means irreversible responsible reality.
Where God "speaks" on every corner, directly in the ear
of every child. How can you ask when all you do is relieve?
Crooked tree, your like Joshua so unique yet in every forest.
Not perfect, yet providing cover of the flaming furious sun.

how can you be free when your mumbling
loudly, softly on your tender pain filled knees? Please,

Listen. When God claimed to be your pal I ignored. When
he came up and said hello, I said "well God i am rather bored,
ill pray if I got something to say?". Well Bill, I pray everyday.
God listens like a mute father who does not betray.

Ah, yes this tree above my head, shade is quite pleasant.