enthusiasms atrophy with diminishing interest and become unrecoverable energy lost to the null so time too becomes late for consoling conclusions to be given to or withdrawn from those petitioning for a way to shape something from the nothing which never really existed anyway and kept us from grasping a peace that refused to arrive
Category Archives: Poetry
My poetry. Mostly Collects
“…and the dead in Christ will rise first.” 1 Thessalonians 4:17
Crier, Trumpeter and Caller, who descends from heaven above overflowing graveyards with the declaration, Death is not final, come down gently upon the softened shoulders of those who grieve a daughter that left the land too early, for in our hearts she still lives. Amen.
God Escape
It is easier to escape G*d than it is to escape the idea of god shared by those who love god with a certitude replacing the familiar rhythms of day and night, up and down, in and out, death and life.
Danger
See that the enemy enters into your heart so that the danger of them becoming a friend increases.
How Questions
How can one be led astray from idols of desire that never existed? How many bodies must be thrown on sticks of dynamite before all are safe? How do men who make flat pizza become rich enough to name stadiums? How is freedom found between feedings, cutting the grass and walking the dog? Corporate customer service wastes how many hours of my precious life?
Imagine Gentleness
"Imagine," I said, "a nature walk with no restrictions and no boundaries." She added, "And no signs placed on poorly marked pathways demanding, Keep Off The Grass." I said, "And to stroll with a new cadence and an extraordinary rhythm and energy." She added, "Though not all of us are as skilled as Epimenides in the ways of the gods." I offered, "All the more reason to save my tears for saving daughters." She said, "Remember: Let your gentleness be known to everyone."
Another Way
Is it the long winter which makes my poems so serious and keeps them buried in cold, methodological longing?
Resurrection Questions
Gospel of Matthew No questions Gospel of Mark Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance to the tomb? Gospel of Luke Why do you look for the living among the dead? What are you discussing with each other while you walk along? Do you not know about the things that have taken place? What things? Was it not necessary that the Messiah should suffer these things and then enter into his glory? Were not our hearts burning within us while he was talking to us on the road, while he was opening the scriptures to us? Why are you frightened? Why do doubts arise in your hearts? Have you anything here to eat? Gospel of John Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you looking for? Have you believed because you have seen me? Friends, do you have any fish? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? If it is my will that he remain, what is that to you? Book of Acts Why do you just stand here looking up toward heaven?
But the angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid.” – Matthew 28:5
Divine word, who appears in the dullness of our days like lightning and shakes the ground, move the stones away from our heavy hearts, for the guards we have placed around the perimeters of our lives number in the thousands. Amen.
Slow down
Another way opens along the ground when you glance towards the bush that carries suffering like berries.
A Thread You Follow 