2.21.2015
you honored the other
showing them not
disdain
but appreciation and
fulfillment in the
ways of Christ.
reacher across chasms
teacher of ways
forward
may we follow your
path, of care
with core.
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Saturday after Ash Wednesday
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2.21.2015
you honored the other
showing them not
disdain
but appreciation and
fulfillment in the
ways of Christ.
reacher across chasms
teacher of ways
forward
may we follow your
path, of care
with core.
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Saturday after Ash Wednesday
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Friends,
I recommend to you a website called LentMadness.org … which does the NCAA one better by having a daily choice between two saints of the faith, working down through the “brackets” over the Lenten season for a final “Golden Halo” of 2015.
My own commitment this year is to follow these, make my vote each day, and to write a brief poem in honor of my personal choice for that day… hence Brendan and David Oakerhater thus far.
Lent Blessings to you and yours… and perhaps you might “join the madness.”
Len Freeman
2.20.2015
a captured warrior
your heart was
captured by
Christ
serving, caring,
helping, you
raised your
people.
may we hear
and learn
to follow.
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Friday after Ash Wednesday
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2.19.2015
my coracle is
so small, and
your great ocean
so deep
waves and ice
and lost souls
upon islands
Lord may I
find your tir’na nog
and never
sail away.
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Thursday after Ash Wednesday
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2.17.2015
pavement rolling under
the chassis, long
curving byways,
short tight traffics,
remind
that the journey
is no longer just
as enjoyable
as the destination.
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2.16.2015
snow upon snow builds
into banks of ice for
cars to bounce off of,
if there is room enough
in the shriven
streets
what does God have
to tell us to understand
that we are misusing
the creation we were
given dominion
over
like the buffalo and
carrier pigeons that
we believed went on
forever so we could
kill them with
impunity.
the science speaks
words of how it works,
prophecies through
visions that we have
been given the ability
to learn
another set of eyes and
ears for those who eyes
and ears to see and
hear, or not for those
who hearts have
hardened
like Pharoahs in
modern deserts
not hearing the
warnings of a
red tide
coming.
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2.15.2015
drive six hours
for a ten minute
play is what you
do for your son.
no reason, no
logic.
just love.
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2.10.2015
my eyes hold tired
away from my
brain, where my
thoughts stem
their way back
into a semblance
of rationality.
an illusion of course.
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2.9.2015
touching deep into
a dark hole
probing
for an ego that
will not
break
for a soul that
will accept
sacrifice
but at what cost
to the others
in the
hole.
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2.8.2015
snuffles start at
the back of throats
like visits from
aliens who have
landed without notice
until
now.
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