Category: spiritual
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Innocent bystander
On a sidewalk where song only shakes stained glass Between breakfast and lunch on Sundays Rooted in the churchyard cemetery, hung over A brick wall built to keep out unbelievers A tree hands me a note on a blood red leaf Soul skeletons are attempting an escape Unwilling to be an accomplice to a prison…
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Before the Reformation
While Jesus prayed in Gethsemane No siblings or companions Nudged disciples ribs and whispered Father says, “Sit up straight, don’t sleep” 10-11-21
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Celtic Dawn
Blue heron, maid of mist It’s been a while; where have you been? Shadow wades far shore, spreads wings Rises up, lands, stalks grass near shore Coffee grows cold in cup I stand frozen; please, stay Heron rises up, again …and flies 10-10-21
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Behind the screen
he tries to understand young girls raised to venerate the Virgin but women who came to veneration late in life are who he needs to hear and ask forgiveness 9-23-21
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Tanka of the Divine Plan
sunrise field, high grass feet wet with the chilly night tiny seeds cling tight hold on to hem of garment seeking barren soil to grow 9-13-21
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After rain
Moss greens bright Sporangium dance in light Berries ignite the burning bush Humidity gathers on skin How many angels can sip tea On the head of a pin? Desiring reanimation And its second coming Rain drips from trees Upon the ground 9-6-26
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haiku hometown Sunday morning
hazy chill morning dog walkers, coffee drinkers Sunday on Main Street avoid all sermons pray for me and I for you church bells chiming, Come street sanctuaries worship wth a smiley face no napping allowed 8-1-21
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St. George’s lament
lizard on fence rail dark in long shadows green among the vines did you know my forefathers hid among vines from your forefathers before stars fell from the sky before the burning before the long winter came before the dying before their bones became dragon’s lore 6-26-21
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Zen Gaelic
You caught the blue grey glint of a single pinwheeling feather falling from the sky. It left no ripple on the water as it sank. No one saw its surrender but you. 6-16-21
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Of milk and honey and the immortality quest
On the lintel above your door scotch tape copies of vaccinations. Pray the angel of death passes over and the blood red sea doesn’t flood your lungs. Near the light switch by the door hang a mask to wear when you go hiking in the wilderness. Gather your belongings buy a house in the promised…
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