My Easter Sermon - March 31, 2024
a jackpot rainbow! see it early yesterday? ribbons of glorious joy added to my soul’s wealth easily comprehended as the play of sun on...
a jackpot rainbow! see it early yesterday? ribbons of glorious joy added to my soul’s wealth easily comprehended as the play of sun on...
though I do lead a group of poets that purr when reading their poems will lick anybody’s good lyrics or hiss at another’s when that other...
last night when I let her out Gracie stared into the black sky not a moon or star or house light in her sights for five minutes she never...
fading moon to the west smudge of orange in the east the smell of wood smoke in a slack of cool gray wind roosters in full pronouncement...
when I’m at peace this place this earth feels like Heaven and my “sins” seem more like foolish stupid and sometimes cruel mistakes in...
in a flock of mourning doves spooked into a tornado of flapping feathers one doesn’t move then there’s that butterfly powered by those...
two kids in the middle of the lake arms on a sinking canoe slip and flail wounding the water as they cry out dropping my fishing...
steal my wax lips or fireballs take the Hershey bars or Necco wafers just send me back to the path that took me there July 1960 the...
we went to work to earn money to eat and stay alive in retirement we still need a job - a purpose to live - to feed something else...
2pm is way too early for dinner and a bit late for lunch even the invitation was specific she called it a Munch it wasn’t afternoon tea...
I want to write a poem before the light disappears it’s when I struggle and come closest to prayer that is if prayer is begging for a few...
on my finger a blue dragonfly alights this sapphire needle with cellophane wings newly born on a warm Sunday in February how quickly it...
one mockingbird crosses a boundary causing another to take chase those two cross into a third’s territory the fourth bird can’t just...
time will take a shattered bone and return it the same or stronger may replace a good job with a better one or swap crushed love for a...
that trace of sap in the wood is like a damp sponge on the mouth of someone departing this life with some last things to say just enough...
doesn’t each wakeup become a cold naked birth as you stumble like a child putting your pants or socks on start to wake up by breakfast...
I hung from them once climbed and shuffled down their lengths bent and broke them stripped them and beat them tossed them away so it’s no...
I bet our windable timepiece sits on a shelf in the hospital ward of broken hands and busted lives in the same poorly lit room with boxes...
robin bluebird sparrow or wren black-capped chickadee yellow finch titmouse why cause all these lovers to gather and look at each...
birds race home at dusk moonless nights are dangerous a leaf-door slams shut