Darkness and night and
Cloudiness and rain;
Homelessness and the desert, all
Bring me back again to my nature;
Alone, with whom
I came in;
Finding the Christ
As my brother and kin;
Having time to reflect on my sin,
That could easily become
My second nature.
But the turn of the wheel
Keeps me humble and
In touch with myself
Sure and true,
Because the changes
Keep me uncertain
About the present and
In touch with the Spirit
Which is new
To my nature.
2016.05.30.1953 ©
Strangeness
Leaves when
We come down from
The mountain and
We become more natural,
A child;
My word, there is
The part of me,
Which, in the wonder
Of the moment
Is struck dumb by
Its simplicity.
2016.04.23.0909 ©
The definition of nothing
Comes in the night time,
In the stillness and
In the silence and
In the dark.
The definition of nothing
Comes in sickness,
When the sense of myself
Is so stark.
The definition of nothing
Comes in the face of death,
When the joy
In that nothingness
I must mark.
2016.04.08.0354 ©
The idea of Sabbath
Dawns slowly;
No matter
How much I
Formalize the turn
From
The intention
Of me and
The purgation
Of you,
The game of love
I learn;
To yearn for
The play of God.
2016.03.05.0432 ©
The sound of silence
Is all that I really need,
But I am hooked on
Belonging to today,
Where I listen to the voices of
So many talking and
I think that I have something
To say to the silence
That would pray by itself
In its own inimitable way.
2012.02.24.1429 ©
You want too much of me,
I am sorry,
It is my fault,
I feel myself
Too much who I am;
Than rather some part
I have built for an offering
To a sham of
An I am who am.
2016.01.21.1216 ©
The business of dying is
Finding out who I am
Finding in who I am
Finding everything that is
Not who I am and then
Naming it as sin.
Can I handle all that stillness?
Can I give up all that spin?
Yes, that will be the marker
Whether I lose or whether I win.
2016.01.08.2017 ©