How to Look
When a man truly perceiveth and considereth himself, … he doth not grieve over his sufferings, for they are right in his eyes, and he hath nothing…
Love it returns
By the way why this heron is walking in a slow motion Slowly looking like a lapwing playing hopscotch Gossmer’s silver slides a beetle Life isn’t easy,…
A Drive to Live
Seventy is the sum of our years, Or eighty, if we are strong ~ Psalm 90 Now I know how Death’s closer than it appears By looking…
Darkness Dreaming
Darkness, Am I coming or going surrounded by this darkness? Have I lost my way in my becoming? I close my eyes and let the darkness comfort…
On the way to Emmaus
They had killed him. Our hopes had died On that barren hill, our redeeming King, Judged like a gangster and crucified, Israel’s dream they dead degraded fling…
He is Risen
The lamb born to be slain, alive once more, Springing over barbed wire of grave, The pale corpse frozen in agony raw, Thawed by the spirit’s quickening…
In Your Grave
You are now, This atomic instance of measurable pain, In your grave. Cozy and warm. While the rest of the believers, Above the fertile, green grass Delight…
It is Finished
My sweet Jesus, no one can hurt you now Resting peacefully in your mother’s arms She holds you lovingly, wondering how They thought you could deserve all…
last morning
The very light here hesitates. Only a few green fringes fingering the still, green hour move. "Here" is an aperture where every pulse unhinges awe. Everything waits…
Flying Through the Rockies
Mountains of the sky— breathing, shining, moving— white, blue, red, and rippling. Beneath sky valleys, scraping— more slowly changing, flowing— old mountains of the Earth.
One sabboth at Bethesda (John: 5)
There he was crippled like us waiting year after year, watching for some stirring of the waters, and someone to help him outcompete us all. And when…
Transfiguration
If you went on to where the soul abides In tree or bloom; river or fawn; on wings Of hawk; even bluebird’s light song; ocean’s Always mysterious…
