Palms Sunday

We remember how you put palms in our hands, palms in our open ,naked hands. Hands that once tapped tapped keep tapping on wood and on flesh. Before these ritual cleansings and gloves ond trash Palms in our hands, hands that once lifted , opened drifted and dropped. We consider all our sins like deadly… Continue reading Palms Sunday

Live Stream

They said that I could not come and see you They said I could imagine you were here with me They said I should  dress as if you were coming to see me They said  I should put chair and cross and water out for you So I did , I dressed , I lit… Continue reading Live Stream

My Everlasting New

I told them “time is always new when it finds its rest in you.” I told them of days so pure yet wild , with your love so true. How it is  lit with flashes of your Face Of never setting Rays .. Dew drips Mercy on mornings  “Amen ” from you  oh Ancient of… Continue reading My Everlasting New