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“ Alone in a church at night”, 2008
I speak
To the audience of one
My words
Do not fall on deaf ears
I cry
And my tears are counted
My tears
Fall into bottles to be remembered
My hands are empty
But they clap
For they will be filled with treasure
My head is bare
But I look up
Because I will be crowned with garlands
Who is the giver of these gifts?
Who is the collector of these tears?
Who is worthy of my applause?
Could it be the Maker,
The maker of me?
The Maker of heaven and earth,
Of stars, sky and sea?
Yes, it is He.
How could it be?
_____________
Bits of song for a musical: "Intimate Dinner/Wining and dining", 2008
"Dining at home that sounds intimate:
salmon, I'll blacken it
capers and yam with it
Cajun style scallops
and dark leafy greens!!!
... with parsley"
"I've turned down friends for this,
especially Candice, that twit,
she is still a size four!
But when all’s said and done,
I've had two meals for one,
Just for me,
And Ben ,
And Jerry!"
"Some well meaning people
have told me that single is really
just closer to free!
...they all happen to be- married,
un-happy, with children, and rabbits
and other high maintenance additions
...like swing sets "
"maybe I'll order out-
but I'm too tall for Chinese,
Pizza sounds better,
they usually average 5'5"
___________________________________
“Love Comes Late”, 2009
Loves comes late
But not unwelcome
Love knocks soft
As footsteps answer
Love looks weak
From the strength of love
Moon winks soft by clouds above
Love lies down by love
___________________________
“Desert Song”, Summer 2009
Apathy is a desert in winter
love is a desert spring;
Waiting is wind,
desire, light.
The cold, uncaring night
gives birth to desert dawn.
The winter, the night, the wind will come
but births are worth their labor.
The fire, the light, the spring will come
to bring blessing and favor.
And all the while, moons rise and fall
and planets make their journeys;
The longing day gives nightly rest
to lingering sunset's cheek.
Love is the power that moves these heavens
and makes the earth
Desire spring
Desire light
Love is the mother that carries redemption;
Look, she has given you birth!
____________________________________________
“Harvest Picture”, Spring 2009
Silver sounding, waving wheat
Late harvest’s abundance
Flies through the wind
And we are full, as from
Loaves and fishes
And we are satisfied
________________________________________
“Water Falls”, 2009
Water
Falls
Trickling down
Dropping beneath the surface
Disappearing
Somewhere above
Rock bottom
Water bugs dance
Lightly
Cattails slow dance
The moon draws her path on the water
Up To her stony face
Cold and mysterious
Blurred charcoal clouds
Hide her
Veil
And lift
Playing a trick
For curious stars
They hum
And the wind blows circles
Upon the water
__________________
“Thrift Store Portrait”, 2009
Stuffy, floral scent
Straw hat with wisteria vines
Grandma in a thrift store
Grandma in her prime
Wrinkled pantie hose around her ankles
Wrinkled, saggy chin with freckles
Lip stick blotchy
Slipping dentures
Yet, her smile
Yes, her smile
Charms the masses
Warms the cold-hearted
And her laugh,
Yes, her laugh
Rings like a church bell
At a wedding
She is priceless
In a thrift store
She is Grandma
____________________________
“A Cat Haiku”, 2009
a basking cat
stomach stretching
stripes expanding
and then shrinking
(fluff flies in the breeze)
winking eyes
and just cleaned whiskers
fur that twitches
fur that shimmers
sitting in the sun
until the day is done
( she has had her fun)
_____________________________
“Retreat”, Spring 2009
Retreat! Away!
The call to office(1) is now!
Turn from your mind-map,
With its well beaten paths.
Find the new way
Over roads all covered in snow.
Take the stale images of yesterday’s thoughts,
And feast your eyes upon the virgin day.
Crawl your dreams out of the corners
And bring them too!
Leave your distorted headset
To stretch your capacity for silence.
Come and hear the crackling quiet
See white upon white
The warbling quiet
Feather upon feather
The plopping and dropping and shifting snow.
The whispering voice is heard among His own.
When His own comes away.
With an inch of white, He covers the world
And the invisible is outlined in draped lace:
Telephone wires, each dry leaf, rock.
Their surfaces sparkling: a covering of grace.
A sudden stream of sunlight
Ice drips with the promise of Spring.
(1) An office is a Benedictian Monk term of getting away to be with God.
__________________
I speak
To the audience of one
My words
Do not fall on deaf ears
I cry
And my tears are counted
My tears
Fall into bottles to be remembered
My hands are empty
But they clap
For they will be filled with treasure
My head is bare
But I look up
Because I will be crowned with garlands
Who is the giver of these gifts?
Who is the collector of these tears?
Who is worthy of my applause?
Could it be the Maker,
The maker of me?
The Maker of heaven and earth,
Of stars, sky and sea?
Yes, it is He.
How could it be?
_____________
Bits of song for a musical: "Intimate Dinner/Wining and dining", 2008
"Dining at home that sounds intimate:
salmon, I'll blacken it
capers and yam with it
Cajun style scallops
and dark leafy greens!!!
... with parsley"
"I've turned down friends for this,
especially Candice, that twit,
she is still a size four!
But when all’s said and done,
I've had two meals for one,
Just for me,
And Ben ,
And Jerry!"
"Some well meaning people
have told me that single is really
just closer to free!
...they all happen to be- married,
un-happy, with children, and rabbits
and other high maintenance additions
...like swing sets "
"maybe I'll order out-
but I'm too tall for Chinese,
Pizza sounds better,
they usually average 5'5"
___________________________________
“Love Comes Late”, 2009
Loves comes late
But not unwelcome
Love knocks soft
As footsteps answer
Love looks weak
From the strength of love
Moon winks soft by clouds above
Love lies down by love
___________________________
“Desert Song”, Summer 2009
Apathy is a desert in winter
love is a desert spring;
Waiting is wind,
desire, light.
The cold, uncaring night
gives birth to desert dawn.
The winter, the night, the wind will come
but births are worth their labor.
The fire, the light, the spring will come
to bring blessing and favor.
And all the while, moons rise and fall
and planets make their journeys;
The longing day gives nightly rest
to lingering sunset's cheek.
Love is the power that moves these heavens
and makes the earth
Desire spring
Desire light
Love is the mother that carries redemption;
Look, she has given you birth!
____________________________________________
“Harvest Picture”, Spring 2009
Silver sounding, waving wheat
Late harvest’s abundance
Flies through the wind
And we are full, as from
Loaves and fishes
And we are satisfied
________________________________________
“Water Falls”, 2009
Water
Falls
Trickling down
Dropping beneath the surface
Disappearing
Somewhere above
Rock bottom
Water bugs dance
Lightly
Cattails slow dance
The moon draws her path on the water
Up To her stony face
Cold and mysterious
Blurred charcoal clouds
Hide her
Veil
And lift
Playing a trick
For curious stars
They hum
And the wind blows circles
Upon the water
__________________
“Thrift Store Portrait”, 2009
Stuffy, floral scent
Straw hat with wisteria vines
Grandma in a thrift store
Grandma in her prime
Wrinkled pantie hose around her ankles
Wrinkled, saggy chin with freckles
Lip stick blotchy
Slipping dentures
Yet, her smile
Yes, her smile
Charms the masses
Warms the cold-hearted
And her laugh,
Yes, her laugh
Rings like a church bell
At a wedding
She is priceless
In a thrift store
She is Grandma
____________________________
“A Cat Haiku”, 2009
a basking cat
stomach stretching
stripes expanding
and then shrinking
(fluff flies in the breeze)
winking eyes
and just cleaned whiskers
fur that twitches
fur that shimmers
sitting in the sun
until the day is done
( she has had her fun)
_____________________________
“Retreat”, Spring 2009
Retreat! Away!
The call to office(1) is now!
Turn from your mind-map,
With its well beaten paths.
Find the new way
Over roads all covered in snow.
Take the stale images of yesterday’s thoughts,
And feast your eyes upon the virgin day.
Crawl your dreams out of the corners
And bring them too!
Leave your distorted headset
To stretch your capacity for silence.
Come and hear the crackling quiet
See white upon white
The warbling quiet
Feather upon feather
The plopping and dropping and shifting snow.
The whispering voice is heard among His own.
When His own comes away.
With an inch of white, He covers the world
And the invisible is outlined in draped lace:
Telephone wires, each dry leaf, rock.
Their surfaces sparkling: a covering of grace.
A sudden stream of sunlight
Ice drips with the promise of Spring.
(1) An office is a Benedictian Monk term of getting away to be with God.
__________________
