Thursday, August 18, 2016

The
right
feelings
are always
reasonable; sound
logic always sings. Head and heart
may err unaware, but each notices the other's
flaws. The slow exasperating
way of good fights fought
in the end
prevents
much
woe.

Monday, August 15, 2016

You
do
not have
to gather
the light all alone.
It's too strong for you anyway.
Deep-rooted trees and flickering grasses will filter
glory. So will others. And light
itself will reach down
become small
enough
for
you.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Did
she
like it?
He didn't
think to ask. Did she
want it then, at all, or that way?
Did she like it from an armed stranger? Will she enjoy
it again, now that it means fear?
Shared pleasures call for
consent: yes
even
ice
cream.

Friday, August 12, 2016

Give us this day our daily bread, and please,
give us a little butter. It needn't be
too thickly spread. We'd also like some cheese,
and cream and sugar for the coffee we
require to show any kind of grace
before late afternoon, when crankiness
sets in again, as hungrily we race
to cook and serve up supper. Lord, please bless
it to our bodies. Give us the strength we lack,
to wash both dishes and unlovely feet
of those who had to drink their coffee black
or not at all. Give us something to eat.
It will not be enough to make us good.
For that, we need your very flesh for food.


Thursday, August 11, 2016

Dust-
child,
earthling,
here's a song.
You have to take it
apart, reassemble broken
chords, try to sew up the fraying edges. I'm afraid
You'll misspell it at first, forget
the silent "h," breath
of God, life
to heal
the
world.

Tuesday, August 2, 2016


In
the
midst of
evil times,
weary, through dark woods
I climb, led by your daunting rhymes.
Pray, sweet bard, I find
passage to
your fair
bright
clime.

Sunday, June 26, 2016

And
there
was light,
constantly
speeding, expanding,
flooding the aeons of day,
while ruling also
(by proxy)
ages
of
night.