Good Friday — the road not yet taken April 19, 2019

4.19. 2019 Good Friday…[ the road not yet taken]

through the years I know I’ve tried

to understand God and conceptualize

to comprehend and  follow

and try to get to know him

to make my choice to be his man

to believe in, trust, obey

and perceive him as I can

 

to talk with, thank him, pray

and request him

to feel the presence, the

absence, the unknowness

 

to ask for forgiveness, to express

my sorry, to appreciate and

pray yet again for tomorrow.

 

at seventy six, on a good Good Friday

I’ve find I’ve struck a nerve of an untried highway

at seventy six well down my road

I realize that I’ve missed a goad

 

the only one that the Words actually tell

as the path to run. to know more well;

 

to love him, is the road I’ve missed.

Not to ask or bleed or run or resist

but to love him

that ‘till now I’ve missed

 

so far that is. but today’s the day

to give that kiss

and start upon our common way.

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A Tale of Two Poems

3.11.2019 [A Tale of Two Poems]

you get up later

go to bed earlier

and you nap in between.

hmmmm…

prep?

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you get up later

go to bed earlier

and you nap in between.

hmmm.

works for the cat…

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Ashes ashes

Ashes, ashes,
we all fall down.
But not yet
and not now
nor scattered on the wind,
’till, yet commingled
with all whom we loved
and have been loved by,
we rise.

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the floor creaks – July 16

7.16.2018

the floor creaks when he moves on it,

yoga windshield-wipers turning

knees to right, arms to left.

 

houses, bodies, all reveal

the stressed turnings

that time steals.

 

he should notice, his friends say,

the tread that is passing.

but if that’s the price,

 

he replies, it’s well paid on,

for moving, easing,

day on day.

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blessing – June 23

6.23.2018

Isaac reached out his hand

and set the words free,

powering of their own

changing things forever

no taking them back.

 

bless them in their joys

and in their sorrows,

I said, in their life

and in their death.

 

there were tears in his eyes

and in mine.

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old shoe – June 19

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6.19.2018

the old shoe tells its tale

worn, inside and out,

fabric solid and comfortable

a friend in need that has

molded to its wearer.

 

replacements compare,

but none quite so kind.

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irish quilt – June 20

6.20.2018

the irish quilt,

green and ruddy

gold pastiche,

pulls me in.

 

earth born, air

sent, solid weaving

of an ancient spell

sings to me

blesses us

 

above, above, our

marriage bed.

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