In the Temples


 
The veil is thinner than we imagine.
Striding here and there, we carry serpents on our shoulders
And inconclusively think impassive
The time that is a side effect of Being.
The veil is thinner than we hope;
In the temples our sacrifices die, and
Slowly each ripple shows itself to be a choice.
 

10/28/13


I am seeing gray and grizzled

Denying

The straight path

And the granite road.

Yet I still cling to the icon.

Will this last forever?

The Faith calls me

                 calls me      

                 calls me.

And from the hills

A life, a faith, a way revealed.

Respondeo etsi mutabor.

I wonder…


Why is it
That I am more familiar
With the sound of a rainstick
Than the rain?

Why is it
That I am more familiar
With the sounds of a water fountain
Than a waterfall?

Why is it
That I am more familiar
With the sound of a seagull’s cry
Than an orphan’s cry?

Why is it
That I am more familiar
With the religion of the church
Than God?

To Share A Name With The Dead


A dorm of college students sits
Not a thousand feet away
While Contemplation sits at their door
And waits and waits and waits.

I went today to a cemetery grey
And upon a tombstone saw
My own name.

She was a Scotswoman
Had the surname of Bradburn
But our “Caroline” was there
To stand beneath the lichen.

The ghost of Novembers-yet-to-come
Whirled me upon its wings
I stood wild-eyed and dumb
And lay beneath the grave.

I saw through the earth
Like a brown transparency
Saw my family gathered
Together, but changed.

My beloved mother to my right
Reposed, and there my father tarried
Shrunken and white and wise
After straining against his age.

I cried when I saw my husband come
His face looked twice his age
He laid a wreath of white upon my head
Tears of brine came from his eyes.

Then with a gasp my breath returned
And I in the cemetery stood.
The wind caressed, the clouds conversed
And my heart within me burned.

I do not wish to live with unseeing view
Of eternity and those around me, the all and the few.
I remove self and put love in its stead
For I share a name with the dead.

Not-So-Childish Worries


You get to be you!

How amazing is that?

Now don’t be so blue;

Let’s have a chitchat.

 

You think,

“I’m not special.

I’m not pretty

Or very smart.

 

“I’m not strong

Or super cool.

I don’t belong.

They just ridicule.”

 

Child, don’t fret.

You don’t know what you bring.

Don’t you forget

Our King of all kings.

 

He thinks you’re great,

Just super, in fact!

He loves you first-rate,

With all you intact.

 

You can smile and laugh

And enjoy life’s delights;

You can live and love,

All to new heights!

 

You love.

And that is the biggest

Blessing

Of all.