My husband's poetry

Category: spiritual

  • Intercalary days

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    Today is a day for giving of gifts a time before the fast before the new year solstice. Chickens cackle in their cage, birds call back and forth in trees. I imagine them comparing the freedom of the woods and the safety of a restrained life. I have known both and long for safety, when…

  • Holy Land

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    What makes a holy land: hardships, death or war? All is martyrdom. What makes a holy land: blood shed, torture or prison? All is a refugee camp. What makes a holy land: wilderness treks, epic eulogies and myths? All is mud untamed. What makes a holy land? It is living, loving and generations born? It…

  • Morning meditation

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    I hold my hands palm up, recite names of the Letters of the Living. count the Greatest Name on knuckles. Fly lands in my left hand. I don’t recall praying for companionship. 3-8-23

  • The day before

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    1) The ebb and flow of tide changes the shoreline, laps high up on dunes. Turtles lay eggs in sand. Walk careful, do not disturb those still waiting to be born. 2) An old man stands in hot sand trying to keep grit out of his shoes. Another year to plan the future. On the…

  • after the equinox

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    On the second day of Spring 2 Baha, 180 B.E. Offer a prayer for a friend having surgery Go to the gym Buy Carol a strong, large coffee on the way home Take a walking meditation in the park Bumblebees imbibe at the Azalea Bush Bar Turtles sun themselves on a muddy beach No mallards,…

  • Good Friday

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    I dreamed sugar sweet pink Peeps lined the road to the Supreme Court, waved palm fronds and sang Hosannas. Redneck, washed up Nashville musicians played three part, off key harmony and got drunk on cheap beer. Chocolate bunnies masquerading as chickens in drag scattered colored eggs for Eostre upon the state house lawn, because it…

  • Recurring dream landscape

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    I return to the center of the city of my visitation. An infinitely tall building rises up in a garden of trees. Streets of houses, shops and neighborhoods surround it. Doors exist on all sides; I have been inside often. I am in a house crowded with people. A preacher tells me he has watched…

  • Sunrise walking meditation

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    When light peeks over my neighbor’s roof, I walk in the park, recite the name of God on fingertips, say prayers for the living and the dead. In greening woods, a bird intones, high low, high low, high. From untrimmed shrubs of an empty house a reply comes, high low, high low, high. 4-19-23

  • The day before

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    Today is the day before The first day of revelation’s festival, The day before the flood, The day before roses found their purpose, The day nightingales gathered to Sing of Ancient Beauty in the moonlight. The day before paradise’s garden reappeared. Tomorrow, I will not go to the gym. And will focus on the purpose…

  • Run-on sentence memory of Dad

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    My father dropped me off my first year of college, notebooks, pens, a dictionary and Bible in a cardboard box and a dress shirt I never wore on a hanger my mother packed for church and a suitcase of clothes, I was not an easy child to raise and he was nervous about me going…