We say miracles are holy
Rare and unlikely,
Stop hoping as we live
Stars lose their power to elevate
Mysteries that beckoned are explained
Joy in great and small things
Gradually erode as body contours change
We must mature and anticipate
The exchange of magic for technology
Wonder becomes control
At first we notice
We can’t hear it anymore
And then forget we ever did
Forget that we are children always
Bearing the Imago Dei
Truth and beauty seeking
Longing spirits on this human journey
But hoping is too hard
The matrix holds us as machines asleep
Deadened to wonder and pain
In cages staring at a sky obscured
Breathing poisoned air of cynic’s doubt
What have we forgotten?
A miracle is holy
Not because it’s out of reach
But for how it comes to us
Transforms
Teaches us to hear and feel again
Relentless as the light
It finds us
Category Archives: Poetry
Letting go
Everything that comes to us will mar
Perfection an ideal
Resigned, we live without
When precious careful things
Get scarred and chipped with time
Life tests and breaks and shatters
But secret dreams remain enshrined
Hallowed cherishings of youth
Transcendent sparks, calling divine
Images of who we might become
First pure, distort under a grasp too tight
The thing we can control, protect
Yet in perfection they remain unreal
Translucent shadows that obey too well
We each may craft our gods and fantasies at will
Sequester in our matrix games and private worlds
They shimmer in the fog we have become
And sparkle in soul’s lamplight, but we cringe
To bring them forth, in case their tarnish shows
And even we are found unglorious when all have seen
But here’s the cobbled space on which our destinies are spread
Where we may risk, and grow
Hold flickering spark to wind and watch it flame or die
It’s here that God meets man
Holds out a hand, receives our flimsy glory now
Then lets it fall, while horrified we watch
Perfection splinter, shards drop to the earth
We wait in loss…accept
The risk we take to make it real
The Halls of Wisdom
(On my experience working in a nursing home)
Every youth should walk these dank halls for a day
Hearing Help and staring into dead eyes
Slurred stories swirl and blend
Reimagining the past
Fermented beauty like aged wine
Translucent skin and liquid eyes
Skeleton once hidden now emerges proud
Body that has weathered ninety years
Can boast it’s strength, while youth can just presume
Pictures on walls speak
You see us here, just like you
Our minds intact, vocations strong
Our futures full of hope
A strange regression happens at the end of life
Hobbling in their second infancy
Obsessed with bowels
Clutching a toy cat or doll
The need for warmth
Sensation becomes primary
Scream for no reason, toddler’s rant
Anxiety and agitation, we write, and call for pills
But maybe they’re just trying to go back
Back to the coiled repose of a neonate
Because the end comes too fast
For others not fast enough
There is a reason will to live is lost
Body,mind, potential gone
Gone are dreams of what might be
Past is best, and savors safe
For being here is not enough
In doing we find meaning
Yet all is not futile
And meaning can be sought and found here
Some have found the joy in dying
Exist by being loved when memory fades
Some are content with life lived well
Avoid regrets, and can accept
They find a faith for what comes next
I cringe and seek retreat
By contrast being busy, being needed is a gift
Reminded now to cherish, but not fear
Yet know the day will come when I become them
Universe (for Sakal)
God broods
over the vast moors
and the silent hills
the desert places where no grass speaks
the orb of moon in crimson sky
the winged flight of ocean flocks
Death has come, but we will face it
silent as the bloom of spring
we will hope
while we know
this is an end, real and bitter
slicing and changing this mortal life
you came into this space so alive
and grew and found your destiny
set alight and burning with His glory
filling others with your joy and life
then suddenly, like fire
you were consumed
struck down by greedy flames
your vibrancy and confidence were singed
yet hope stood firm
and faith held to the end
today we honor you and see your form
cleaved from its essence, strange it looks
we ponder as we see
our future too
but then we are consoled
we feel the pulse
of life within, without
outside the breeze is fresh
the sun another fire
of life, not death
and now we know
that spring will come
and Love has found you
that you will live again
Kochav
illuminated every alley
of injustice, death and fear
crisply slicing into our night sky
the angels came
finding a portal on one holy night
a human face reflected in the double mirror
of time and eternity
an icon that shatters it
aching, longing, groaning
the world weary as it turns
our God image splintered again and again
by loss
our time feels endless as the sky
as another face fades from present to eternity
glass breaks and our spinning globe stops
only stars hold true
for the mystery beyond is glorious
but here we are
awaiting another shattering
longing for incarnation’s Light
The End of Summer
the smell of curly hair frosted by the sprinkler
upturned faces, iridescent wonder
a child can hold a rainbow and make it rain
their toes find muddy yard delicious while i sigh
watermelon snow cone beards and ice cream mustaches
strawberries, swimming and swords
flowers made for plucking
sandy footprints by the door
these best rival-friends brothers
sons of ancestors so far away
did africa and china ever meet in history?
but now they share their golden tans
these strong wild boys
who do not shrink from sun like i
two monkeys shaking the photina branches
teasing each other higher
chasing and screaming down the hall
while baby sister naps
“the dragon’s coming!”
we hide in closet caves and munch provisions
i cut watermelon and break up fights
apply band aids
exhausted and sometimes cross
but always i am wanted
the one who make them safe
who makes it fun to run from dragons
i remember when we brought our eldest home
fifteen pounds and bald, i marveled
that such a small person could fulfill a lifetime’s dream
and redeem a graveyard of losses
but he did, this little person
bringing summer back
and filling each day with spinning exuberant joy
five years later he is changing
writing his letters and making his own friends
we held his fingers when he first learned to stand
and now he spins cartwheels
we clapped when he stacked his first blocks
and now he builds castles
coaxed him through asthma, eczema
the fears that spawn a thousand sleep starved nights
kindergarten means
that for the first time since he became ours
he will spend as much waking time with them as us
it is a cosmic not just sentimental shift
our planet has grown strong
will start to orbit other stars
and suddenly the half decade’s toil is forgotten
and i only wonder
is he ready? did i love him enough?
school starts in a week
and i’m the one who doesn’t want summer to end
yet it will
and the bleeding shows it’s real, and the heart beats on
bedtime while the sun teases through the blinds
“no mommy, it’s morning time”
my second son at three is still my planetoid
the affectionate one
large brown eyes, thick lashes i can’t take credit for
i only take grace
and settle my little bird in his nest
“mommy, is the dragon coming?”
“no baby, the dragon is far away. you’re safe”
eyes close and exhausted boys sleep
while i chase the dragons of a summer night
Nautilus
Held tightly in our little dreams
Untested, warm and sure
Each year’s trial marks deeper groove
Shell breaks salt water rushes in
A larger place feels distant, cold
Old feelings slough away and aren’t replaced
Instead we find chaotic turbulence
Our choices and the dark unknown
Flounder, hesitate, forgetful
Of our birth and how it’s meant to be
The choice still bare as ever
Resent, despise, escape alone
Or striving find a new way to embrace
To make this inundated space secure
Enlarge our citadel coiled tight
Beauty’s freely given but keeping we must fight
Noel
You didn’t ripen inside me
But I was there to watch them pull you from another womb
Reluctantly
Like snowfall in March
The last goodbye to winter
And like spring’s first blossom
You curled up against my chest
and joined your rhythmic cooing to my breath
Accepting the graft
I bleerily gaze down at my hungry floret
Jeweled eyes wide open at three a.m.
Blue and grey
A snowstorm meets a bright spring day
Pink infusion, curtains, lace
Birthmark V- vivacious, and our victory is stamped
Like the tiara that entwines your pretty head
Your rosy efflorescence makes me smile- at last!
To have a daughter
Imagination vines with future plans
Princess, peapod, baby sister
Brothers plant wet kisses on your downy head
Now your bloom unfolds with bright eyes and giddy smiles
In two months we’ve become as real as your native home
Noel born in spring
The ice still settles
A last tempest shakes the branch
Our roots tremble
We steady the graft
And pray it to hold strong