Category: spiritual
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Beatitudes
Blessed is the morning Blessed is the coffee Blessed is the sun before the rain Blessed are the birds that dampen the traffic noise Blessed is the train that wails and the siren song that fades Blessed is the drone of the plane that stays aloft Blessed are the dog walkers, the couples, the skateboarders,…
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poems from the park
Whooo…Whooo…Hoot, Whooo Owl in park pulls you from a dream Whooo…Whooo…Hoot, Whooo Now – it roosts in your backyard tree Whooo…Whooo…Hoot, Whooo It warns night of death’s damnation Whooo…Whooo…Hoot, Whooo Ritual litany to scare and flush prey Whooo…Whooo…Hoot, Whooo A swoosh, then roaring silence Owl coos an apologist’s prayer, plunges his beak into penitent flesh,…
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Faith
You never knew you were afraid of heights until you had to walk across that bridge. Don’t look down. Look up. Say, yes, believe; take the first step. The abyss is powerless to stop you 3-17-21
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a fasting poem
before darkness flees over the horizon and chill removes its coat birds anticipate dawn call out wake, wake prophecy is fulfilled light is coming the sun returns 3-10-21
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haiku for Saint Anthony
bright green tennis ball floats alone at water’s edge lost without a court 3-4-21 *Saint Anthony: saint of lost items, travelers, and the poor
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Children of the half light
In the half light of morning you make a protein shake and try to wipe powder off your shirt. Speck of light through window blinds moves as you move. You laugh; light cannot be brushed aside; you may only choose to move into or away from illumination. 1-28-21
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Of the Pond
feeding fish ripple white clouds, the surface of blue sky tops of trees quiver remind me worlds exist below reflected heavens 1-11-21
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fragments of paradise
Lying broken she asked what I saw when I shut my eyes I said I see nothing She said she sees fragments of paradise floating cubes of white fragrant as soap wrapped in ribbons and beads stars and hearts shiny, bright and beautiful She shuts her eyes drifts off to sleep I rise to leave…
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Christmas eve 2020
The Christmas Eve It snowed In Nashville She woke Tried to understand How she crashed Paradise shattered Pieces floating In her head She told a nurse She needed to pee Lay on a bed pan Said her head hurt Begged them To make it stop She asked me To help her remember Her obligatory prayer…
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Ransom
thief in the night waited until dark to come. his shrill pen scratched a ransom note you cursed the dark when you awoke forgetful this is the revelation you prayed for 10-23-20
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