Saturday, August 16, 2014

Moving On

16 August 2014
A memory


The quality of the doors has changed;
of the walls, the floors, the light.
This room was a different place before
we packed up our precious things.
We had possessed it, made it move,
and now it lies still, not dead, but waiting.
No longer ours, it longs, as do we,
for what comes next.

Tuesday, April 08, 2014

Aesthetics

8 April 2014


Don’t go making a fashion statement
something it’s not, or equating
outward signs with spiritual realities.
This scarf may be no more than
a pretty accessory; a long, unkempt beard
as much a sign of vanity as an updo.
I believe in holy, sacramental things
without making theological
a purely aesthetic choice, spiritualizing
the length of my hair, your beard
or lack thereof.

An Older Poem

Every Color
24 November 2007, 2:57 PM

Any color is more itself with you,
content to see and, in seeing, be
seen- these fields of glorious green
and every tender flower
unfolding, fresh and white
beneath a fiery coral sun
and azure sky.

George MacDonald

"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."

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