The Ulterior of My Interior

The Ulterior Of My Interior

the ulterior of my interior

needs to exit

torward exterior.

the dark motive deep inside,

needs eviction

to end its ride.

these underlying bits

of stubborn grit

need heavenly help

to bring omit.

like gritty dirt

in a celery stalk.

it can effect my daily walk.

once I watched

a tv chef

show how

to clean a leek

from the nitty gritty.

when he was done

he had something

whittled down

so very nice and pretty.

Lord, i'm gritty

        and oh, so leek-y.

won't you whittle

me down

nice, clean and squeaky?

—— Tony Mujica © 2011

Why Marvin Was Starvin’

Written for all the starvin' Marvins in my life.

Why Marvin Was Starvin’

And Marvin was starvin’ -

       so poor and needy.

But thought perhaps

       he was too greedy.

Didn’t know the

       ways of God.

When he heard

       he thought it odd.

Good news settled

       into his heart.

Now he knew what

       was his part.

Down to floor

       on bended knee.

Accept God’s Son

       to be set free.

The odd of God

       can make you wonder.

Could it be error

       or divine blunder?

Why would God stand

       at the right hand

Of such a poor

       and needy man?

Really his heart

       didn’t doubt.

Just had to ask

       and vent and spout.

As life went on

       God answered queries.

Built his faith, and

       ironed out worries.

God would mold

       his faith foundation.

For God’s name

       and reputation.

God saw fit to

      shape and carve.

The work of art

       He saw in Marv.

God would reshape

       Marvin’s heart.

Expand his heart

       for Godly lovin’.

Then He’d throw

       him into the oven.

Funny thing

       about this Marvin,

Valued baking time

       in oven.

Marvin saw his dross

       burn right off.

Not so bad

       altho’ it was tough.

 Now this Marvin loved to

       watch things burnin’.

This became a

       sort of yearnin’.

In a healthy

       kinda’ way,

He loved watchin’

       glaze on clay

Knew that beauty

       came from ashes.

Great insulatin’

       for life’s clashes.

Another odd

       in things of God,

How one could yearn

       so much to burn,

And be a torch

       without a scorch,

Between the altar

       and the porch.

 —— Tony Mujica © 2011

Amy Whose Craft Was Given

A prophetic poem for my friend, Amy Craft Given.

Amy Whose Craft Was Given

God has this woman

whose craft was given

to bring glory

and honor to God

She did so and saw

many a guffaw

along with folk's

noggins in nod.

Tickled they were

about her work

But Amy thought

What's all the perk

about my work

I thought it was filled

with many a quirk?

Why are people

going so berserk?

Then God said

some words in red:

"Amy, Amy, whose

craft is given

I'll tell you now just

why you were driven

To do work out of My

Spirit led livin'.

The reason for all the fuss and 

why many chose to discuss -

It's me they see,

they'll all agree

Your work has me

as a plus.

It's when you paint

without complaint

I choose to inspire

without restraint.

That's why your work

contains my taint.

You really are

My paintin' saint.

You honor me -

your brush strokes decree

the path to me

to break men free.

Because of that

I AM in GLEE!

—— Tony Mujica © 2011