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…
Meditation with “Wind from the sea”
A window frame shadowed by the house’s insides Has curtains like flowing camisoles, Translucent veils printed with wings Of Holy Ghost doves or swallows in flight. Through…
Impressions of a Rainbow that Never Showed
Into every life a little rain must fall… There’s no rainbow without the rain… …
Utnapishtim Takes Gilgamesh’s Hand
Humbaba never tires, Never sleeps. Protector of the Cedar Forest, He inflicts eternal unconsciousness, On naifs and wise alike. Irony abounds. "Enkidu, what men do is nothing,…
I want to fall like rain…
I love you from the emerald ocean to the dusky mountain From crimson sky to bountiful Earth, from sunny sun to the slicing moon, from summer sweet…
Mad Poet Passes
b.Ber. 55B I.22.D Said Raba, “People are not shown in dreams [such impossibilities as] either a golden palm tree or an elephant going through the eye of…
