Sirocco (Psalm 11)

I’m glad you got to run with them,
The Givers with some cash,
Who’ve gathered up the gold around
And stored it in their stash.

You’ve met the types who have no cash,
Who scrounge, and scrape, and fawn;
Your Cheaper Cheeper spoke to them,
And brought them all around.

They have their problems and their ways,
Some want the quality,
And service – free, so they can cope
In pleasant misery.

But upper end – not idle rich –
But hustlers with an edge,
Are quite a different breed, I’d say,
Obscured behind their hedge.

Their hedge? Why yes, they quiet are,
No need to flaunt their cash;
They fly beneath the radar – most
Are seldom seen – alas –

They know each other, like a club,
Like tribal band you’d say;
But they’re not joiners of a group,
More, solitaire’s their way.

They first appear a spooky lot
(“Perceivers seeing truth”
Was spooky side that got to me),
With these guys it’s their loot.

For power we all know to fear,
High tension on their polls;
Perception, wisdom, insight, strength,
Each have their potent roles.

But these guys think they hold the ace –
“The power o’er life and death”;
“I’ll pull your income, cut you off,
To margins send your breath”.

To which just say, “I’m dead, my friend,
To world and all its ways;
Long since been buried in the pond
Along with Christ, then raised.

“I’ve done the loop, been raised with Him,
Sit with Him in the air;
Perspective? His – alive with Him,
Secure with Him, I’m there.

“So have your way, and strut your stuff,
Zacchaeus and your band;
The bell you push no wiring has,
So on the porch you’ll stand.”

“But you are here, I see and hear,
Your being’s in my way”
“Of course, here in His name am I,
Is answer which I say.

“So do with me what e’er you will,
It matters not to me;
But maybe take a look around –
What else is there to see?

“Like Moses, as a leader young,
He killed oppressive man;
Looked left and right, and all around,
Then hid them in the sand.

“But Moses made his one mistake –
Forgot to look above –
He did not see that God had seen –
Would deal with him in love.

“Me? I’m just putty in your hands,
No force to reckon with;
But meet Sirocco at my back
And best of luck’s my wish.”

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