I miss youI hate missing youand I hate being the one who always says it firstand I ABSOLUTELY hate the feeling (reality?) that if I didn’t ask (beg?) for your timethen it would never be on offer Looking at youis like gazing througha splintered pane of glassit’s all you and yet nothing quite alignsWords are […]
Poetry
The stars
the stars finally appearedwhen the sky grew so dark that the trees melted into itthe stars finally appearedfirst one, then othersand even though I saidI was done with wishesI stepped outlocked eyes with the firstand wept the stars finally appearedand all I could offer was a tear for every wishtoo heavy to carry,too big for […]
Silence
For being the god who seesYou sure don’t seem to see *me*The prayers and pleasThat pour out from meJust…roll off your resurrected backWhat else am I to concludebut thatHope is a lieVulnerability a trapKeep up the maskIt’s the only way to get through Could you maybe shut up and say something?The silence is too loudto […]
Walking in Wilderness
I catch your eyes drift and you’re far from hereAgain, you’re lost in wilderness alone Though I’d keep you from the brambles and the shadowsand the cold…Through them is the path you’re looking for I cannot lead you on,cannot keep you back,can’t hack away the vines that would ensnare youI can’t shout down silhouettes of […]
The fig tree
What if the fig treewas a live-streamed news reportand when Philipcalled to Nathanael,“Come and see!”it wasn’t Jesus he found but some Jesus flagsand a whole lot of Trump onesand some shirts that said“Camp Auschwitz”andSix Million Wasn’t EnoughandCivil Warnot the Captain America moviebut a remake of 1861 with gunsand flash bombsand zip tiesand gallowsand a mob […]
A poem for Epiphany
The Spirit comes in the ordinary, material, everyday. In water. In touch. In names. Tearing open the heavens from time to time, but just as often p‧e‧e‧l‧i‧n‧g back the corner just enough to p‧e‧e‧k “Taste and see” — “sip and glimpse” And then she leaves the corner loose — it doesn’t go back down as […]
Magnificat for the Madonna
A pre-Advent meditation… I’m thankful that a teenage girl in a backwater village said yes –Yes to sideways glances.Yes to whispered (and not-so-whispered) accusations.Yes to suspicion from family and neighbors.Yes to the possibility of going it alone.Yes to a million and one other things she couldn’t know would happen.Yes through her fear.Yes through her doubt.Yes […]
Sowing the garden
heartstrings make tender roots that strain toward the sunlampeven as they burn from the heatthat drink deep of bitter tearseven as they disintegrate from the acidand still they prove to bethe tastiest morsels for devouring is it any wonder that my garden doesn’t bloomwhen you trample growing shootsto rip out tender rootsand have them for […]