Monday, August 1, 2016

You Missed It

We miss the great things when we've thrown off wonder
When our feet plod in urbanity's trod
We miss grace and beauty of glorious God
And the sun blushing pink as nature watches day's death
Is lost on us men just trying to get out of the cold
For the sake of my throat I hurry through these
Warehouses guardians of industry
Unable to mask the smells and feel of earth
For my health I forgot the miracle of movement
And how my legs know what to do
Yet more tragic, I've missed thanksgiving and praise
In the pinkish-red of the dying rays
And wonder takes a backseat to my well being
I curse the damned cold day
And stumble and grumble His art away

     So, obviously this was from when I was in Oregon. Now I am hurrying to get out of the heat. I'm posting old stuff to sort of get myself in the writing mindset so I can start posting new stuff. If that makes sense.

Friday, July 29, 2016

John 21:15-19

Does your love for me, he asked
Outshine all other loves
And on the beach I heard the seagull cry
And I remembered other birds
After other words spoken before in fear
I love you to the moon and back as far as I can see
Yes, my love, he gently said, and yet
Do you love more than these
Again I heard the seagull cry
I close my eyes
Against past failings
Speech bubbled in my throat
But caught against the swell of sadness
Please, I said, please
Forgiveness immense in His face
But undeserving loud I cried
Yes, I love you as sure as the sun sets and rises
There is a silence and again He says
Child, is your love for me
Greater than any other love?
The third time the seagull cried
And I knew my darkness then
I was filled with the improbability of worth
You know, I wept, you know
I cannot do more
His hand on mine
I accept you, I will build you, he said
Your love is enough, my love will do the rest

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Hearing it Wrong/Meandering

I have serious issues with mind wandering, especially when I'm tired. The following is a result.

In my tendency to anticipate endings
And constant completion of sentences uttered by others
I was convinced he said
She was killed over fifteen times
I practically heard him say this
And I have nothing profound to add
But I think of Prometheus
In his Groundhog Day cycle of death
Till I realize Prometheus never died
And this girl's deaths make him seem tame
Except his pain was forever and hers ended
Over fifteen times
Which of course, begs the question, how far over?
How many times exactly had she died?
Surely we can be more specific than a vague
Over fifteen
And then he is saying "Tora Tora Tora"
And I realize we are at Pearl Harbor
The girl has actually been dead for some time now
Over fifteen years ago

Housekeeping: Blogger tells me I have to warn Europeans about cookies on my blog. So, consider yourself warned. Cookies are delicious and this could happen to you.

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Untitled (Gathers)

It's not like I haven't been writing. I just haven't been reading as much poetry so I am less inspired to post it, and somehow I have grown even more picky about what I write. I think I just need to bite the bullet and post what I have anyway. So, here.

"You gather your people" he said, praying
But I thought, more that that you gather
Hearts  broken to bits and scattered to the winds
Serving to masters and neither of them you
Hunting for wholeness trying to love into loveliness
And scrambling from your presence
You gather minds diaspora
Fractured by disease and heartbreak
And sometimes the Martha minds
Busy at home, but you lovingly gather
Even those wrapped in your work
Too wrapped to worship
Still graciously you gather
Make us holy and wholly before you today
I pray

Monday, March 30, 2015

Birds 2

I want to be the sort of person who hears birds calling
Back and forth to one another
And turn to the person I am with and confidently say
That is a blue jay
Or that is a warbler
But instead I am the person pulling wet laundry from the dryer
Mentally preparing to drape it across my chairs
In order to save $1.25
And who enjoys the birds calling
Back and forth to one another
I guess there is some mundane beauty in this as well
Though in my haste to write this disjointed thought
I have forgotten the wet clothes
Until my husband asks me
“What is this pile of clothes here?”
And I remember the birds calling
Back and forth to one another
But I don’t try to explain why it was important
To write it down
I shrug and give him a kiss
And that is what we both remember
The beauty we both remember

Monday, March 23, 2015

Up Before the World

I’m up before the world
All around me everyone is held by Morpheus
But I am at the knee of Pegasus
Tasting each moment
Like each sip of coffee
There is a sort of superiority to know the world
Before the world awakens
To feel the morning chill
And reason with the drops of time
Let them know I am sorting out each one
Contemplating the world
I’m alone with my vigilant maker
He and I are talking about beauty
He wills me savor the cold and the silence
And each call of the bird
His morning magic is here just for me
For I am up before the world
And the day is mine for a few moments
This is peace

WOW I did not realize how long it has been since I posted on this one. The sad thing is I didn't really stop writing, I just started getting even more critical. I should just stop being weird and post whether it is great or not, like I did with this one.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Clapping Alone

You're alive, brace yourself
The horrifying fact of life is that
Ever breathing, ever marching
On in proof that moving is worth it
You have to trust in a beyond
Because tomorrow you could die
And if you don't someone else will
Brace yourself
For the pain of beauty
And the comfort of monotony
And being born, perhaps for great
Perhaps for nothing at all
But you are living now and now is all
So revel in it
You're alive
Act like you don't notice the holes
Like you are filled with spaces
You're alive, brace yourself