My husband's poetry

Category: spiritual

  • Fractures of light

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    sometimes, I look at your picture and see fractures of light streaming through 6-24-25

  • Easter resistance

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    groundhog feeds along the treeline, cardinal in the grass, congregation of deer gather at the garden shed birds sing hallelujah to the sun Easter in the Allegheny mountains before the trees go green I don’t care about a resurrection or rolling away the stone; give me the calming of the waters, healing the sick, cleansing…

  • In the garden

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    Poem from a monthly workshop I host – the prompt was – stone’s throw: A stone’s throw away How big the stone? How strong the arm? If they were closer, Would they have stayed awake? Would they have begged him Stay a little longer? Would they have heard the Voice of God? Would the Kingdom…

  • In the garden

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    Poem written to the prompt, Kindness, for a workshop I host. ========================================== In the stillness of the soul kindness whispers softly, no act too small, no word too meek, sacred echo of the heart, song of the Divine, balm for sorrows, guide for the weary, hearts that are torn; binds the broken wing, strengthens the…

  • Fourteen lines

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    Poem written for a workshop I host; the prompt was Nature: Because I refuse to count my beats And play with rhyming schemes These fourteen lines will never be A fucking sonnet nature poem Carolina wren song ascends Clear notes welcome in the day Dew sparkles during morning prayer Soon it may become ice crystal…

  • After the flood

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    some days with some people I wonder if they meant prey when I thought they said pray and I quiver in the dark praying 12-16-24

  • Sun day

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    “Because you are alive, everything is possible.” — Thich Nhat Hanh light reflected in a mirror takes nothing from the sun our shadows walk across the ground but cannot diminish our bodies in their journeys our physical perfections and imperfections have no impact on the spirit and so it goes I am responsible for my…

  • Peering Through the City Gate

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    today is suspended on a nail in a public square bleeding out upon the ground blotting out the mid-day sun an offering of sacrifice enshrined upon the mountain 7-9-24

  • Contrails over Haifa

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    prayers at the Holy shrines The promised day waits beyond the horizon It is darkest before the brilliant dawn 11-14-24