Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
When your heart swells
Over the many things
Fabricating an unsteady arch
Made of turnings
You know to be true
Nothing you can do.
The architects are sacred,
Mooching the precious air
Leaving you breathless.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Like water, Love leaves its mark.
Its crumpled indelible sheen
Warms to the touch.
The hand of memory brushes
Ensorcelled pages of its worn book,
Savoring what is locked inside.Illuminating its delicate pulsing prism.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
This little dish is worn out now
Its soft pink glaze is chipped in spots
There is a crack that runs across,
A crescent edge is broke clean off.
Yet I use it often times.
Its pleasant shape of curving edge
So charming and feminine
Can one place gender in a dish?
Perhaps the flavors of foods she held
Have suffused themselves
And given weight of character;
A grand luster to this little Limoges.
Gentle style, pleasing form
All that rest on her adorned as
She carries nourishments with open hand.
Care in handling – perhaps some bandaging
Such damage does command.
Still useful in her artful way
Through a lifetime of bumps and scrapes yet
Her filigree curves smoothly to the touch
The world grows things to throw away
This plate I’ll keep another day.
Friday, December 24, 2010
I went to the church and was blessed by the priest
Having long unconfessed thus declined Eucharist.
Singing hymns with great joy
My heart rose to share the evening mass
Filled with Love and Care.
It seems to me as we raise candles high
That the light does shine forth to give us a sign.
Good people rose from their pews
To shake hands with and smile upon each other
Giving Love and Care.
Heading home quiet streets with stores closed for the night
Hoping fam'lies of children all tucked warm and tight
Sweet dreaming of plumbing sugared delights
Cookies are brought from the neighbors to share
Receiving with grace so much Love and Care.
This day of forgiveness and spiritual lift
May move the remorseful to understand their blessed gifts.
Let us come awake and aware of our light
To live with each other with Love and Care.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
If you remembered everything
You would weep.
There is the time I pulled you from
Your burdensome cross
Then held you in my arms and let you
Rest in my dark, quiet heart until
You were reborn.
You had the strength of a world
And all was forgiven;
We began anew.
Then I transgressed.
You waited too long in the car.
Remembering only my gun at your head
Murdering you with time.
Yet I know you were already
Close to remembering everything.