Bull-ier of bullies, the proud, the haughty, the puffed-up, contemptuous ones, still get all the attention at the playground monkey bars. Tomorrow, on the way out to recess, trip them up and bloody their noses so they must go instead to the nurse's office. Amen.
Category Archives: Poetry
My poetry. Mostly Collects
Some wandered in desert wastes… – Psalm 107:4
Desert Waterer, I fish at the side of your river while ash falls from the sky. Is this that moment between pools of water and parched land where your hand moves forced by a decision woven time long ago when you declared, "It is good!"? Tears move down dry skin on so many faces weathered, beaten, gathered waiting for good things. Deliver us from distress. Amen.
Morning After 2020 Election
This morning... I turn to art. Writing a poem or two. Certainly reading the poets who wrote about hope from the middle of hopelessness. And collage-ing... Putting pieces from crazily disparate scraps some torn some cut some overlooked until now into a new whole with fingers crossed. And video gaming in a world not my own fishing for the elusive blue fish picking flowers taking in the scenery and killing bosses.
I will utter dark sayings from of old… Psalm 78:2
Hearer, O Hearer, It's the dark sayings from of old, that frighten us. Children hide for fear of what the next adult parable havocs in their tiny lives; though curiosity draws them out of hiding places to see what the crazy ancestors always do next. Decrees. Laws. Commandments. A messy mix more fit for eating than to place into ears that hear. Continue to work your works, God, so we will not forget. Sometimes forgetfulness saves. Amen.
Lord, here is your pound. – Luke 19:20
Pound-provider, Dollar-deliverer, Gold-giver, What if we don't want your money? We have and more is given to us though we try and try to dispose of it - mostly for our own selfish needs - or else store your wealth in six by six by eight units or make a deposit of a number with zeros that follow. Ask the average Jane on the street, "Do you have enough?" A silly question, "What if we don't want your money? Deliver us. Amen.
Friend, how did you get in here without a wedding robe?’ – Matthew 22:12
Party-Thrower Extraordinaire, It sounds like a typical party - or the usual call of your reign - most aren't interested, some don't want to attend, others have to be dragged, still more begged, then enticed: "Come as you are!" But upon seeing me, you cry, Friend! and end by throwing me into the outer darkness. (I thought my purple velvet rags would be perfect wedding attire.) Is it any wonder, Host with the Most, that few want to join in the festivities? Amen.
But at midnight there was a shout, ‘Look! Here is the bridegroom! Come out to meet him.’ – Matthew 25:6
Perfect Ten, You dally, dawdle, delay - who knows where doing who knows what - and then, as in the fairy tales of old, you appear at midnight (presumably with both shoes on?) as if the wedding invitation said, "Hors d'oeuvres and mingling begin at 12:00 a.m." It is difficult to come out to meet you at such a late hour when we are all tucked in, lights out, sleeping our lives away. Bring oil, please. Amen.
“…precept upon precept, line upon line, here a little, there a little.” – Isaiah 28:13
Unutterable Utterer, Isaiah passes along some strange words; even stranger coming from you, baruch ha'shem, whom we call The Word. Worse, the mad purpose behind this nursery rhyme is to make us "fall backward, be broken, and snared and taken." Heaven protect us! (But wait, that's where these words come from!) G*d, we already have a babble of words. We need words like: clarity and coherent, pure and precise. A word simple and spirit-full, like Light luminescent. Amen.
“This fellow welcomes sinners and eats with them.” – Luke 15:2
Divine Maître d'Création, how hard it is to type "î" and "é" on an English keyboard. About as hard as dining with "Them". Did you have to let them in? Did you have to seat them? Did you have to serve them? (Did you cook for them? Make bread? Pour wine?) Look how the place is empty because folks/diners/eaters disappeared. How about you come and eat with them too? Amen.
“What is this that I hear about you? Give me an accounting of your management…” Luke 16:2
Owner, Holder, Possessor, You have heard nothing about me. Really. I have managed the best I can with what I have. No thanks to you. All thanks to you. We all hear some strange things about all of them. And they hear some strange things about all of us. Please, account for us and for them so we may balance. Amen.
A Thread You Follow 