Category Archives: religion
White washed fence, stretching to bright blue skies,
Melting snow, quenching bent brown winter grass.
In spring rain and sunshine, true love called
Winters’ dormant love. Having fallen in fall,
Shedding the cloak of her covered heart;
bared her bosom, rising above it all.
She peered from earth, to arrive,
With blinking green eyes.
“Oh love of love in gloom and in despair,
Harsh and bright as thou art fair,
Cast season’s displeasure, in sweetened warm air.
Awaken and choose what color to wear.
I have stood tall, waiting and sturdy;
Stretch and climb into my arms in hurry.
Awaken from your winter sleep, embrace me,
climb onto me, my sweet morning glory.”
Steel gates, familiar barriers,
Fountain on the front lawn,
Frozen at Christmas with welcome.
Beauty to be seen,
If eyes are open to a rising child.
You sit in humble hut sharing pieces of your art
With words, stitching, and molding clay;
From poverty to joy and into creation with surprise.
Each day, each passing season
From lengthy nights to early light,
A child, an amber in your heart
Sits there each day and every night,
Accepting the growing creative warmth
With stage struck awe and sudden applause.
The last day’s door, left unlocked,
Entered a glowing amber and a chauffeur
Carrying a request, to visit the gates at Solstice.
A heart and mind aging
Is still open to the ‘morrow’s guests.
Some not yet arrived, sent their invitation
To visit the sunrise, of the best wall hanging, doll,
Clay cup, bowl, and saucer,
On the lap of New Years Child.
The gate was, as you supposed,
Never closed. Open for a year of original art.
The driver drove inside, thru melting steel gates
And a gushing fountain in the front yard.
Tea and light is served in a babies cup,
Sitting on a brightening lace doily,
For you, when you arrive.
Thanksgiving in Arlington 2014
Walking… the pace was quick,
Following from behind.
An old black man noticing wing tip shoes,
Heels worn, and needing a shine,
Stood in front of me pointing at my shoes,
Eyes crusted with his last night’s sleep,
“I can fix that?” floated through a smile,
Snapping a clean white rag and with an ear to ear grin
Half whispers, “where you goin’ lookin’ like that?”
C’mon Pop! I heard a voice say.
I went around, following the call.
Trying to catch up in my saunter, synchronized in thought
Behind young feet, I crossed the street, to the other side
thinking, I know my shoes and their vast shiny miles.
I have no place I need to go! So, I follow from behind;
Traveling on busy city streets on a child’s path,
paved for shoes, just like mine
The only gifts
that are recognized as gifts
to be given away,
are those you once received.
Where, in the giving,
passing the significance,
you are just as astounded
as when you once received it;
and accepting its importance,
whether it’s a baseball hat,
or, a newly minted
The sounds of gaiety and murmur promised, as season and family unfolds,
prepares, in an old soul, with urgent activity.
Reaching highs and lows, bending and gathering, blending into hearing,
on a Holiday, the season and the family, gaiety and murmur,
in one peaceful, enlightened note
Hatred, struck with punishment, expelled from the Holy house,
Fallen from heaven, Satan, the angel,
Took the blame, discouraged and angry from the fall.
Myth, gave him the armor of obstruction.
Religions forged a path, going around him.
To err in his embrace, was servitude and destruction
Within God’s power and might.
But, we forgot, he was forgiven in the New Testament!
Not really mention in the Old Testament…
The Holy House extended its hand
And said “go and sin no more.”*
Fly, shed your pride, go back home
Where you belong!
(“Repent: through humility. To turn back from a world
that sins… erring in pride and defeated by obstruction
of arrogance… may be blotted out …with compassion”). **
Now who, continues in malicious hatred actions,
To say the obstructionist is to blame? Now sitting in the heart
Of a Forgiven House without any level of shame.
He isn’t here making you err! What devil?
Hatred in sterile procreation
Is barren in this argument.
It’s only you, in obstruction!
Completely responsible for your actions
Yet justify perfection
Free will? Squandered! Melted into armor,
Prepared for an ideology,
With an inability to seek an angel
By your side; one that is unable “to sin no more.”
Gather yourself, no one to defeat anymore.
It’s time for tea in the Holy House;
To take a seat in the heart of forgiving prayer.
*John 8:11 **Acts 3:19
“If someone renounces themselves,
then whatever they might keep,
wether it be a kingdom or honour
or whatever it may be,
they will still have renounced
I have lost everything I loved,
trampled below me and from above
I cannot find those things anymore.
They have been sacked and plundered, scorched and scored;
Expelled from the belly of a Trojan horse
Wrapped and gifted, without remorse.
Perhaps, I had to abandon those things
in my surrender, in my winter before the Spring;
Empty handed, on my knees,
To learn there is nothing sacred, for desire without need.
As I grow older, more mature, more disposed
to release those things I can’t believed in anymore,
You, have stayed at my side, through this resolution,
to help me place the plastic flowers of illusion
At the grave sites of what I thought was at stake;