Poem: Poetry of Night

the poetry of night calls, unbidden
disappears before dawn;
the usual
disappointments
only one meets
expectation
yet only after
relinquishment
of desire

Photo & Poem (c) 7.5.2016

Poem: Trees - Twenty of 30 #NaPoWriMo

Trees

To what heights might we climb
What dreams might we attain
If we but realize the Truth
We seek, yet when we find, reject
We climb, but when we reach, slip
Teachers go before us, show the Way
Though they walked ascetic, ask only
That we live and love and give
Yet here we stand, looking up, and
They who once walked barefoot
Stand upon pedestals built by those
To whom they handed branches -
Palm or bodhi; fig or mustard
We take, be it wine or bread
Or bowl of rice, and still
We do not understand

(c) 20 April 2015

Poem: Resurrection - Twelve of 30 NaPoWriMo

Heat of a thousand suns
Seared through that body, wracked
With pain, holes ripped at wrists and feet
Flesh flayed and final spearhead entry wound
Cleansed by blood and water, the only
Compassionate moment, a gift rarely given
For those who hung, row upon row,
Cross next to bloody cross, daring those
Who challenged Pax Romana
Underground against that deadly peace
Now stood this Man, dead three days, and
Looking new, bright illumination, Mysterious
Stranger, walking now with His friends, unrecognized
Until. Until He spoke a word, turned a phrase,
Revealed Himself only to disappear and reappear
In the center of a locked room among his brothers
Teaching them secrets they had not understood
Secrets we cannot understand
Singularity standing on the edge
Event Horizon, returned from the black hole
Of death, Supernova, Superstar
Rip in the fabric of Time

Dying.grain
Rising bread
Living water`
New wineskin

Old story
New song

Roses blossom
Crows rise in flight
Sparrows congregate
Lilies of the field adorned
Adored

Lay down the Blade
Lift the Chalice
The bread, still hot from
The heat of a thousand suns
Feeds millions

May you never hunger
May you never thirst

(c) 12 April 2015

Poem: Easter - Five of 30 - NaPoWriMo

Easter

This day a new resurrection
Walking the road with new eyes
Strangers beside become friends, and
Old friends begin to understand
Listening to words they've heard before
They hear a new message, one you've spoken
To them again and again, yet they
Could not understand until they saw you
Unfettered by the boundaries of humanity
Speaking to them after the grave, telling
Them that they too could do this thing
If they but heard your message, understood
Lived in love and trust even unto death
The bread of his teachings,
The blood of his community,
The hope of a new morning sunrise
Here it is:  awaken to love, to give, to care,
To heal, to touch the untouchable
Live each day looking for a chance to
Be like him, and after the death of sleep
Wake up and do it again

(c) 5 April 2015

Eucharist

Wafer a whisper

Wine washing wrong hearts to white

His body, His blood

(c) 25 July 2012