~~Folded like a mapHedged in darkness, a scionHushed as a closed book~~ ... read more
Beauty and Resurrection
What can follow Resurrection? What can compare? Perhaps that is why we find nature so beautiful--the endless cycle of death and resurrection.A pouch of seeds wePlant with mirth........a promise droppedIn a warm pocket~ ... read more
He’s ALIVE!
Dawn's first blue atoms Of sky....... triumph scattered byThe panic of birds~Hope runs to meet fear and disbelief--oh then, how it took wing!The panic of coming that close to disbelief becomes a breathless panic of words spreading the most awesome truth.Christ is Risen!He is Risen indeed!~ ... read more
Falling Through (or the Longest Day)
I don't want to look stoopid, but that man I said was God just died. Quit looking at me.Depression’s largessHood over fallen tears, shortFall of heart not skill~Shame wipes a damp browSalted self-preservationCasts itself seaward~Nets gaping with holesCast hope into the oceanThe hollow buoy floats~ ... read more
Good Friday
Jesus agonizes on the cross for six hours. During morning coffee it begins. The last 3 hours (noon to 3 pm) darkness covers the whole land.Consider a disciple, sipping his coffee, who has put all his eggs in this one basket. Could it have felt like anything but losing?Lost. Doubt lets itself inWhile hours hum of hoodooDeath's encore wakens~ . ... read more
A Note to Newcomers
Just a note for anyone new to the site-- since April is National Poetry Month, I have invited all to the assignment of a haiku a day. A haiku is a simple 17 syllable poem. Please see the entry on April 1 titled DO NOT RUN. Enjoy. ~ ... read more
Maundy Thursday
On this day four events are commemorated: the washing of the disciples' feet by Jesus Christ, the institution of the Eucharist at the Last Supper, the agony of Christ in the Garden of Gethsemane, and the betrayal of Christ by Judas Iscariot.A weariness pours over me when I read this. I am thinking of the strength it took for Jesus to press on. Oh ... read more
Night
Fields of strong young starsRecite guttural prayersDisguise hope as night~Hope for us is in death. Pure irony.` ... read more
Tongue in Heart
We hide from the StormUnder a sky broken with Syllables of love`Today I am thinking about words. How they spill pill out from the spring of the heart--Peter says to Jesus, after Jesus tells the disciples they will all , all , fall away--I shall not, though all the others do, I shall not.As foretold he denys Jesus three times.And Peter's tongue ... read more
Fig Monday
Monday of Holy Week--some have called it Fig Monday because it is the day Jesus cursed a fig tree. Jesus was hungry.The tree had no fruit. Jesus cursed it. The tree died in short order. The story is somewhat perplexing because Jesus' curse seems like a random act of anger--come on, it was not the season for figs. Turns out that the fig tree has two ... read more
Palm Sunday
Wave the palm's psalmOverhead underfoot Hail!Chills God the King~I was taken aback that no mention of Holy Week was made at church this morning. Call me old fashioned. Not just Easter ( Ressurrection Day), I want to appreciate the whole week, which is rife with things that I want to remember. Help me remember with your thoughts this week. ... read more
Love Poems
Water on waterVast surface tensions shudderYour lips on my palm`Have you ever noticed how a love poem doesn't need to mention the word love?Have you ever noticed that mentioning you are serving, suddenly makes it self-serving?Interesting.~ ... read more
