My husband's poetry

Category: spiritual

  • Judgment day

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    (to a prompt) skies dark, air still, shivers sweep an ancient hill. whispers rise, fade away, shadows creep on Judgment Day. no place to run, no space to hide, truth revealed, no masks or pride. time stands tall, debts come due, every soul reflects what’s true. scales tip with deeds and lies, hope soars, dreams…

  • Now

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    “Be anxiously concerned with the needs of the age ye live in, and centre your deliberations on its exigencies and requirements.” (Baha’u’llah) you can’t escape the forecast war is breaking out in Asia, the Middle East, Russia is being Russia, again and again and again everything screams increased crime and you don’t own a ring…

  • (untitled)

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    maybe this needs a title maybe it don’t maybe it matters maybe it don’t maybe you care maybe you don’t maybe you will maybe you won’t ____ maybe there is no alternate universe maybe there is maybe in an alternate universe this has already happened maybe in the land of revelation there is no time…

  • after mindgravy

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    Outside the moon rolled up clouds revealed its round Buddha belly. I stood transfixed in the afterglow. Is this Zen I do not know I pat my belly in satisfaction. It is a good night to be alive. 9-20-2024

  • Equinox

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    The earth tips back into light Rise up a new year calls, awake Now is not the time to sleep Seed your dreams in fertile ground Till and weed your garden Pick the stones from your path Ask others to accompany you and walk each other home 3-20-24

  • I believe

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    I believe in Jesus of Nazareth not the Roman Christ I believe he walked the earth and said he was a prophet of God not a 3 in 1 Godhead tool – one answer fits all the Gospels did not mention a trinity – that’s just another Roman myth I do not believe the stories…

  • Ridvan in the Park

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    low above the water insects glint in the sun small bird flits among them harvesting light wings touch the surface ripples run to the shore it’s not necessary to know what species the dance of light is enough 4-19-24

  • Soul Train

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    A friend from childhood asked me to write a memorial poem for the passing of his 92 year old father; I asked him for nine things that remind him of his father and incorporated them within the context of the poem (I have removed his father’s name from this posting). ‘Soul Train’ No one chooses…

  • staccato hoof beats

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    sugared tea spilled upon sand glistens for a moment soft green spring gives way to deeper hues cut roses lay in sacrifice along a garden path petals bleed in the dirt felicity wears a silken gown count twelve days of paradise on fingers and two toes staccato hoof beats on ancient cobble stones red roan…

  • The Day After Sunday

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    listening to dark fade into light blue jay, cardinal, Carolina wren celebrate survival of the night soon they’re wake the mourning dove neighbors parade their dogs past our porch I recite the name of God upon my knuckles go inside to read the news about a hurricane before the day grows too hot 7-8-24