They came at close of Sabbath day. Two solitary figures, they just as the sun had set. Where once it threw its blazing life light into view the sky around; before the orange gild had died away into the silent death and gray of night. And rested there, some place deep in earth, where it […]Read more "Close of Day"
The sky resigns; a silent kind of cry that lies outside the mire of our lies and uncontrolled, cannot be rolled into the fabric of our sinful lives. – The sun has sunk in protest or in fears, as noonday freezes sight with night and now the rays that filled our days strike us with […]Read more "This Was the Son of God"
I denied the Lord and pounding from down deep the hope I’ve been asleep, and, waking, find I’ve never said a word. – The words just tumbled out my mouth (again) Why can’t they take a hint? The turncoat clots that hang on tight and talk and trick and trip Wherever Je…the Rabbi goes They […]Read more "Negatio"
He sits upon that colt more like a king than like the teacher crowds so long to throng. He teaches, talks, and answers every wrong and slips away from all the traps they spring. He speaks in riddles, uttering a thing that grows no clearer though explained. And long I wait, and follow through the […]Read more "Dark Sonnet"
Forge-created, etched in image fair. Heated, glowing, pounded down in place: form and likeness of the royal heir – Payed in secret and in open air. Merchants nod to see the well-known face: forge created, etched in image fair. – Jostle carried; through the open square a group of scholars clustered, in a space: the […]Read more "Etched"
If you had heard The Lord that day His words chased all the scribes away, then you would know the scriptures say that rocks and trees would sing His way. – If you had seen the learned priest schooled in scripture by the least of little words, then you would feast, on truth that’s […]Read more "Bread of Life"
Growing outward toward the sun and finding in themselves the green and liquid life, increased in state: the stuff of fame the fronds that grew to fan the royalty. _____ And yet today, they find themselves torn from source, and carried, triumphed, in the air. As people shout around and crowd, they throw their palm […]Read more "Dying Life"
It feels and never really facts. the feel-ness of it nests like vultures sitting on your nerves. Or slowly mournclouds shifting by. One never argues with the shade It stays a while and often times it Goes – It feels but never VERY bad. A kind of throbby dullness swollen into lumped-up silence. You […]Read more "iT"
I reach for grace like stretching for a cup of water in the heat that seems too far away. – My fingers seem at best to scratch the back of worn and weathered hands that hold the drink I crave – My mind. Practical. like sluffing off a test I know I cannot ace. Should […]Read more "I Reach for Grace"
I never really know why I am here…again. The things that set it off—a sharp report That starts the pistons of my mind chugga cha chugga cha chugga that pound away at who I am and leave a bare exposed—like sand after all the shells are washed Away – It goes to center—deep inside the […]Read more "Being Different"