My husband's poetry

Category: spiritual

  • misty morning prayer in 5/7/5 time

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    mist upon my face holy name upon my tongue bullfrog’s low reply 4-24-23

  • Sunrise

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    before geese patrol their paradise swim wakes in drifting pollen patches clouds and sky struggle to find reflection in the dross of water’s mirror I have things to do before this day is through and cannot wait for pollen to sink to the bottom of the pond or clouds and sky to find their rest…

  • Two lifetimes ago

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    two lifetimes ago, returning from a lonely hike In mushroom mountains sat under a bush, light rain falling in the yard of a church I did not attend Johnny Cash sang about Sunday morning coming down on the radio of an idling car I left my body unburied, never returned and found a new one…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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,…

  • 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…