I thirst in this desert place looking for experience of God. Seeking among the stones and temple mounts a place to stand and proclaim my reality. I desire divinity all my own, a power and my own dominion. In this state I am given only graveyards to rule.
I would not last forty days in wilderness alone as I am only barely living now.
A Large Part of the Mission of the Church is to Redeem our Fallen Creativity. That our lives would reflect the beauty of our God, that our days would be Cathedrals for sacred imagination.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Lent - Day Five
Church - Haiku
The Organ Plays On
The Congregants Drone Joyless
Their Song is Still Heard
The Organ Plays On
The Congregants Drone Joyless
Their Song is Still Heard
Lent - Day Four
"My father was a wandering aramean..." - Deuteronomy 26:5
My father
Working Man
Steam and Coal
Built our World On Hardwork and Humor
Gathered us under his provision
Held us strong
In arms that never knew "Father"
One of ten
His Father never lasted
Long enough to see him
As a man any man would want to be
My father
Built our World on Hardwork and Humor
My father
Working Man
Steam and Coal
Built our World On Hardwork and Humor
Gathered us under his provision
Held us strong
In arms that never knew "Father"
One of ten
His Father never lasted
Long enough to see him
As a man any man would want to be
My father
Built our World on Hardwork and Humor
Friday, February 23, 2007
Lent - Day Three
Road Weary
"Rage, rage against the dying of the light." - Dylan Thomas
Close of day
Sunset
Diminish - Breathe -
Cold stars and twilight
Rage not at the end of the day
But all through.
"Rage, rage against the dying of the light." - Dylan Thomas
Close of day
Sunset
Diminish - Breathe -
Cold stars and twilight
Rage not at the end of the day
But all through.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Lent - Day Two
Today I went to a required continuing education event in Kokomo. "Defining Pastoral Boundaries" all about sexual harassment and misconduct. I feel tired and really slimy now that it's over. I don't know why. So here is a poem about sexuality.
Profound
When we reach up to
To push through
To make our way into intimacy
Coupled and Trusting
We find bodies are enigmas
Puzzles to solve
We manipulate
Feel the pieces
Discern pictures
In sound and heat
We try to find
Pattern, Rhythm
Seeking answers
To secret questions.
Profound
When we reach up to
To push through
To make our way into intimacy
Coupled and Trusting
We find bodies are enigmas
Puzzles to solve
We manipulate
Feel the pieces
Discern pictures
In sound and heat
We try to find
Pattern, Rhythm
Seeking answers
To secret questions.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Ash Wednesday -
So, today is Ash Wednesday and we are beginning our journey towards towards Easter. So this year for my Lenten discipline I will be writing a new poem every day of Lent and Posting it here. On days I'm away from my computer I will still write a poem and post here the day after.
Invocation:
It is a small small thing
Death
It is a little thing
Mortality
So little and so much can fell them
So strong and weak can overcome
So simple so profound may know them
Paradise in Ashes
Heaven in Oil
Blaring Paradoxes Side by Side
Strange Companions on a Journey Upward.
Invocation:
It is a small small thing
Death
It is a little thing
Mortality
So little and so much can fell them
So strong and weak can overcome
So simple so profound may know them
Paradise in Ashes
Heaven in Oil
Blaring Paradoxes Side by Side
Strange Companions on a Journey Upward.
Monday, February 05, 2007
Football Fan
So I never considered football to be all that much fun. Until I watched the recent Colts/New England AFC Championship game. Then I was hooked.
I always told people I favored the Colts, and I never swerved... but I can't say I paid much attention one way or another. However, the NE/Colts game was so exciting I spent the days leading up to the Superbowl reading the Colts Website.
So I think in just a couple games I became a football fan. This is quite surprising really. I'm a poet, an artist, and football fan. People really do change.
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