Out of this wasteland hue

Out of this wasteland hue
And into the marvelous dew
Come taste and see
The glory of this mystery

Of wells without end
Where thy waters
Deep and clear
Come without fear

For here lies
A wealth and plenty
Of rest where
The soul is blest

To roll upon
Thy rolling hills
To dive into
Thy delightful drink

Tis more than minds
May yearn to think
For all wonders
Here are known

That for which
All life has longed
At last has here
Dawned

-Joshua Lee Foist

Upon this day of road blocks

Upon this day of road blocks
And oft temptations to
Throw it all away

My thoughts do drift
And still my heart
Though cold within

It knows no sin
Can do away with
Out the prayer

Upon these
Tightened lips
Must release

"Lord grant me
A little peace
Amidst this"

For troubles come
And multiply
For those who try

To trust and rely
Upon that which
Is true

And only remains
Steadfast
Beyond the worries

And complaining
And the idle
Hours

That oft elude
The day
By day

Here in these
Hoursome
Idleties

Grant me
The ability
To remain

Steadfast
And thankful
Despite

The raging
Downpour
Of depravity

Hope still
Remains
Somewhere

Amidst the
Window
Panes

-Joshua Lee Foist

And might it come to this

And might it come to this
Thy sweet taste of which
I shall miss

For all life's joys remiss
Yet still this heart's
Desire

May it ever remain
Content in thy love
For none other

Will do
For that which
Thy love hath shown

In weakness
In kindness
In all things

Thou art true
Thy words are sweet
They trickle down

To the deepest places
Warming the heart
And soul

Though oft my heart may doubt
Beyond all things thy ways
Shall remain steadfast

To hope and believe
In time these fleeting
Desires may be

One thing shall remain
Thy love, thy joy, thy peace
That gives release

To all worry
That oft may flurry
Deep within

Nothing can withstand
Thy unconditional love
And nothing more

Do I desire
Save to retire
In thy embrace

-Joshua Lee Foist

When the object of this mine affection

When the object of this mine affection
No more shall be a thing of superficiality
Upon the reawakening
Find me where I am

Too oft hath my eyes so strained
Too oft hath my ears so trained
To that thing deformed
And lost of meaning

The poison long hath remained
The wound oft unwrapped
Hath gained a putrid
Stench

Oh to have the thing clean off
And start again
To be washed
Of this clinging
Excrement

My life tis full of it
So oft control
Hath dug into me
A deeper hole

For pride no help
Would have of it
For too fargone
To handle it
Alone

Yet this
Tis not of thy
Own will
Thy work twas made
To conquer still

To put to death
At once
That life may
Return anew

Oh for such a chance
Tis mine to gain
If to relinquish long
The pain of it

When at last
The fit no more
Shall have its way
So come

Thy mercy
And restore me
So bring me
Into thy
Glory

Where ere
The story
Shall end
And a new
Journey
Begin

-Joshua Lee Foist

Here in my hour of repose

Here in my hour of repose
My mind oft doth suppose
What hath been
And what might

Yet ah the sweet delight
Is a plight of imagination
A fantastic destination
Save no explaination

A mind of dreams
Might dream most anything
What for now must remain
To pause in this refrain

To drink in awhile
That which has past
And as for tomorrow
If should borrow

My anguish
My sorrow
Where shall it lead
If oft I to it heed

I cannot afford
Tis costly a resort
Yet where shall I break
The spell of this haze

These wandersome days
Have me all in a craze
The world seems open
To anything

Yet oft creeps in the doubt
For uncertainty
Roams about and cools
My yearning

My thoughts discerning
More than appears
Hoping that wisdom
Will guide through

The days
For lonely ahead
The path may they
Tread towards

The future
From sunset
To sunrise
When open

These eyes
Memories
Have all they
To reprise

Still hope
And pray
That this time
Twill be spent

In quiet
In watchful
Wonder

For wisdom
To guide
And oft
Thee abide

For once more
Through that
Open door
Let fear be

No more
From past
Present
And future

Shall surely
Remain
So long
As to trust

This hope
Shall not rust
Twill always
Be pure

Tis all
Shall endure
When once
We embark

-Joshua Lee Foist
 

Somewhere beyond

Somewhere beyond
All imagination
Somewhere beyond
All destination

Somewhere where
Stars are shining down
Somewhere where
Love can ever be found

There is a place
There is a time
That is known
To those who
Find

Where wonders
Are seen
Where reality
Is no dream

In that place
There is an air
Of grace
That doth season

The winds that blow
Warm the coldest
Of hearts
It's nature is rare

But it grows wild
In those parts
It's meadows
Are marvelous full

Of joy beyond
All boundaries
For none are there
To be found

It needs no taming
For all things there
Retaining are filled
With its fiery zeal

It's earth hath great
Appeal to all who
Harvest therein

It seeks always
To be kind for
Fruitful it's labor
Receives

All who are willing
To it's ways be
Fulfilling may stay
In it's care

For there all desires
Are met for those
Who will submit
To the will
Of it's keeper

-Joshua Lee Foist

Of once seemed we

Of once seemed we
Beyond all conspiracy
Of once seemed we
To find our chemistry

Yet now our
Substance has changed
Where absence hath grown
So doubt its seeds hath sewn

And cracked the soil
Of such strife and toil
Hath torn the roots
Of our resolve

Where forgiveness
Can dissolve
The most petrified
Of hearts

Where once as rock
Can wash away
The stone and clay
Till once at last

All bitterness
Is past
Of hope that
Ere can last

The most despairing drought
It nurtures the ground
Beneath where life
Anew can be found

Where no more
Shall we be
As enemy
For faithful

The forgiveness
Of friends
Will surely
Make all
Amends

-Joshua Lee Foist