Please stop the carousel!
It’s not that I want to get off, but the constant
Spinning is making me dizzy and I’d like to
Pause
Look at this
Blooming
Daffodil
For one
moment
Before
It dries
To mulch
I’d like to
Look into
This child’s
Eyes just a
Moment longer
Before they take on
The knowledge of good and evil
To see the little flecks of gold shining
If I’m lucky enough to go around fifty more times,
I doubt it will feel like enough, especially with the
Go rounds lost to grief and other dizzying realities
So please stop the carousel, the music, the lights
Let’s linger together on the edge of another year
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Tag: Poem
cry yes
finding unexpected warmth in that
bitter flood, humanity in the watery
deep chaos of human no, a voice
echoes like the flood isn’t
The World Whole
Child of mine
a child only a little longer
If I could send you back to Eden, I would
though it would break my heart for you to be away
Dear Shepherds
What was it like in Bethlehem,
after the sky ceased to shine,
there was nobody left to tell,
and the flocks needed a new pasture?
What was it like to hold such news
in your hearts, in your community;
to receive a tiny, infant Messiah?
What did you do the week after?
You went back to work, I assume,
days slowly resuming their routine.
You were changed, yet still excluded,
the messengers of God’s messengers
sliding back into obscurity.
Two years later, He was gone
to escape the coming sword;
no angels came to bring you further news.
Did faith flourish or flounder in the fields of Bethlehem,
how did you hold on to hope?
Thirty years on, do we find you at the Jordan,
washing clean in preparation?
Did you yearn through all those years,
taking up the mantle of Anna and Simeon?
You witnessed to God’s faithful fulfillment,
then found yourselves back in the fields
waiting for Messiah to grow up.
Reading between the lines, I wait with you,
holding hope in the tender arms of patience:
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Eyes on the Manger
I.
in case you’re wondering why everyone is lonely
I used to wonder at the way
a crowd
could feel lonely
feeling reality
without explanation
some say it’s a matter of
technology, this recent
digital life, before that
the industrial revolution, maybe
Rome’s roads drove us apart
some say it’s a matter of
words, possibility against
a lack of truth, define
for yourself what means anything
or nothing to anyone
some say it’s a matter of
perspective, who really knows
the life you’ve lived inside
looking in through the window
of their own experience
some say it’s a matter of
physics, that matter
never touches, have you ever
really touched another object
much less a person
some say it’s a matter of
sin, of protective clothing
hiding the truth, shameful
parts too much to bear
before God and man
now I wonder how this crowd
of disciplines can explain the reality
of aloneness so impartially
while the poets just bleed
words that never mean the same thing twice
II.
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in case you’re wondering why everyone is lonely
I used to wonder at the way
a crowd
could feel lonely
feeling reality
without explanation
some say it’s a matter of
technology, this recent
digital life, before that
the industrial revolution, maybe
Rome’s roads drove us apart
some say it’s a matter of
words, possibility against
a lack of truth, define
for yourself what means anything
or nothing to anyone
some say it’s a matter of
perspective, who really knows
the life you’ve lived inside
looking in through the window
of their own experience
some say it’s a matter of
physics, that matter
never touches, have you ever
really touched another object
much less a person
some say it’s a matter of
sin, of protective clothing
hiding the truth, shameful
parts too much to bear
before God and man
now I wonder how this crowd
of disciplines can explain the reality
of aloneness so impartially
while the poets just bleed
words that never mean the same thing twice
II.
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The End of Fire Season
Autumn is my favorite season, but here in Northern California I have learned to thrive in winter, when rain dampens the threat of wildfires.
In the midst of drought, an ever-lengthening fire season, and the annual stress of smoke and nixle alerts, I am grateful for the early storms that allowed us to enjoy fall in safety this year.
This early end to fire season confused all the plants, so we basically had fall and spring at the same time. Flowers bloomed as the leaves turned beautiful colors. I’ve never seen anything quite like it!
This autumn was a breath of relief, a good gift to our communities, and this poem is my celebration of that gift.
May you and your loved ones also enjoy peace and security this holiday season!
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A year ago, while sheltering in place, I experienced a strange, new kind of rest.
Continue reading “The Rest of Creation”Tunnel Vision (August 2020)
God has a way of working in the space
Between the end of normal but before
The light at the end
That dark, misty space
Where we grope
And groan
And curse the dank walls
Where the sound of our own footfall
Startles!
And so
We stand still awhile
Before lurching ahead
No longer sure whether we’re headed for the old
Or the new
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Between the end of normal but before
The light at the end
That dark, misty space
Where we grope
And groan
And curse the dank walls
Where the sound of our own footfall
Startles!
And so
We stand still awhile
Before lurching ahead
No longer sure whether we’re headed for the old
Or the new
Continue reading “Tunnel Vision (August 2020)”
Fever Dreams
Yester-day’s dreams mean little
When yester-day no longer belongs to us
And the-next-day belongs (near as any can tell)
To the soothsayers and the pundits
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In Pursuit of More 