Category: spiritual
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Breeze of confirmation
a breeze blew all the autumn leaves to shore surface now mirrors the sky uninterrupted pray a breeze removes dross from my heart 11-19-23
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Contrails over Haifa
prayers at the Holy shrines The promised day waits beyond the horizon It is darkest before the brilliant dawn 11-14-24
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After the storm
All night and into morning it rained. Our yard is covered in leaves. The path by the playground is muddy. The pond bulges out of its banks. I sit on a wet bench, ponder the future, Offer prayers to a sullen sky, And ask the Unknowable Essence to grant me The strength to bind up…
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Poem before dying
Lorca wrote of roosters, of eating cemetery grass, of weeping little boys, of snow, of guitars, of murder, of women dropping off to sleep, of a resurrection that will never come, and he makes me weep. I write of barking dogs and feral cats, of trash on asphalt courts, of weeping little boys, of warm…
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23rd psalm
“The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want…” David, the thought of lying down in green pastures Gives me chiggers. But still the pounding rhythm drones on and on and on; “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want…” Stop telling me what I don’t want. David, I want nap time; I need…
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Meditation on a Holy Day
white cirrus clouds swim in blue flag waves on a pole leaves rattle goodbye to summer winter comes slow but come it will jet contrail divides the sky the promise of spring laughs on a park swing 11-3-24
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Tiny tongues, or, the unnamed wife of Lot
Ancient editors playing God, left the unnamed wife of Lot looking back at friends As they were incinerated Her body magically turned to salt, PowerPoint lesson plan for cautionary sermons For disobedient wives I much prefer the Greek version where Orpheus accepts the blame When Eurydice is turned to salt If I were an ancient…
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From my reading:
“Treasures lie hidden beneath the throne of God; the key to those treasures is the tongue of poets.” – The Bab I hope I can rise to this challenge. 12-12-23
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Doors of misconception
Philosophers and poets say there is a doorway between worlds. Ignore the narrow path. The universe is ever expanding. Stop looking for a door where there is no wall. Gate keepers want a toll. Step around the door; it only slows you down. 12-22-23 “Thou art but one step away from the glorious heights above…
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In the garden
My poem from a monthly workshop I host – the prompt was, ‘Philosophy of Life.’ ‘In the Garden’ ((the prompt was: Philosophy of Life)) This fleeting moment, life – travelers, passing through. Each breath, a whisper, each step, a dance. No destination, the journey is the goal. The universe conspires with love – let go…
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