What then are we to say about these things? – Romans 8:31

Word that dances 
from mouth to mouth,
bringing sound to silence
and silence to sound,
inquiry remains on our lips,
like the divine smell of lilacs 
in the spring air, lightly lingering;
share an answer we can live with
and make it fierce
because the fragrance
of the questions stuns us
into quietness.
Amen.

Butterweed

Once again I am at my little writing desk
that belonged to my grandmother,
originally used for a sewing table,
asking the wisps of air that dance before me.

Only, questions come slower than they
did just the day before.  Is it the pollen
that befuddles?  Age?  Or the moon not
being in proper formation with the stars?

Whatever question is asked, perhaps
the answer lies in the yellow butterweed
I see on the forest floor across
the valley from where I sit and wonder.

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?

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?