The Ghost of Elvis

Last night I dreamed I heard
The Ghost of Elvis sing
The last, lost lullaby
Of the Memphis Gospel King

He sang, God walks with me
Down the darkened street
His sunshine is my stage light
His rain is my back beat

And me, I'm just a pilgrim
Down on Lafayette
I know where I am going
I just ain't got there yet

Yes, I'm the Ghost of Elvis
And I've rocked at Heaven's door
Since I returned to Jesus
I ain't lonesome anymore

A Surfer's Prayer (for Malik Joyeux)

Now that I am beyond peril
Commend me not on land
In soil, to dirt
Fuel for worms
And all the earth's corruption

Lay me down
In the bosom of the stormy sea
In the grip of Poseidon's frenzy

Let your tears swell the tide
That bear all craft aloft
To fair winds and the quay side
At the pleasure of Mac Lír

Let my coffin fall past
The watchful eye of sharks
To join those who fell before
Sailors, pirates, mermaids
And all who ride upon the spray

Fire the Bofors gun
Once for my life
Once for my love
Once for my lord
Once for my soul
Lost on the cresting wave

PEOPLE ARE WAVES

Living people are like ocean waves;

Silent, invisible, intangible

Unless clothed in flesh or water.

Faith teaches us that the soul is immortal

Physics teaches us that energy cannot be created nor destroyed,

It can only be changed from one form to another

People die, swells fade and yet they roll on to eternity