“I prayed to the universe,” she said.
She believed that rocks and dust could do.
But rocks and dust have no consciousness.
Doing requires planning and creation.
She believed that rocks and dust could do.
But rocks just lay in place until they are used. Continue reading A Pantoum
Fools talk incessantly
Words spill out like water from a broken main
Meaningless, destructive, out-of-place
Disconnected from good sense.
Fools hate wisdom
Because it points out their folly
And dares to curtail their
Impulses and unfettered desires. Continue reading Ode to Proverbs 15
Poiema, work, seems so ordinary.
Everyday, common events performed
In service to life’s routines,
Production and generativity. Just work.
Poiema bakes a pie for a friend
And decorates the crust with scallops
As a touch of beauty and love
Experienced through the taste buds. Continue reading Poetry
“Ulay.” Hebrew for “perhaps.”
Thus said Jonathan
To his armor bearer.
“Let’s take a chance.”
“Ulay.” It may be
That God will favor
Our courage and trust
And join us in our venture. Continue reading “Perhaps.”
Excitement filled Zac’s house.
“Get the china out of the cabinet.”
“Buy the best duck you can find at the market.”
“Polish the silverware.”
He didn’t usually get his best stuff out
For the scruffy crowd that came to his house.
The wealthy people he stole taxes from
Wouldn’t have anything to do with him or his silverware. Continue reading The Party at Zac’s House
Figurines used in 25,000 bc are
The earliest examples of man-made amulets
Perhaps to protect the deceased
Or usher them to the next life.
Ancient Egyptians wore amulets
Resembling a scarab beetle
Presumably because the dung balls it pushed
Resembled the sun and promised life. Continue reading Amulet
Echo l
oved Narcissus
His beauty drawing and captivating her.
She followed and called out to him
But he spurned her love and ran away.
Deceit and seduction seized Narcissus because
He believed only in himself and
His vocabulary was solely I, me, and mine,
And he chose silence rather than companionship. Continue reading Narcissus
Sometime life is Escher-like,
Stairs that seem to go up or down don’t.
Architecture breaks all the rules,
And walls morph.
Upside down is right side up;
People passing each other
Are going up and down
As if there are no gravitational laws. Continue reading An homage to Escher…and Jesus
Wrestling with God
Began in my maturity
When knees and hands all arthritic
Beg me not to engage in such sport.
As a young man it did not
Occur to me that wrestling
Was permitted against a foe like God
Who could toss me around like a rag doll. Continue reading Wrestling Matches
One hundred and forty characters.
Even commas and tildes count.
A hashtag or an ampersand has the same weight
As an A or an O.
Descriptions won’t fit.
A sunset or a baby’s cheek
Get no more space than
A street address. Continue reading The Twitter Post
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