Tag: contemplative poetry
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St Benedicts Day
Happy Saint Benedicts Day , I say As my friend and I meet at a little cafe. First, we talk of children and chores, little summer trips to other shores. Then ,we moan of the bores and whores And all the tales of unjust wars. At last , we trade each others prayers that likeminded…
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UNPLUG ( as in heaven)
I put the phone in a drawer for a day . So to put myself far away To be lone ,. But not alone Little tappings from the heavens came not like rain nor sun ray But timeless texts from Friends of yesterday I thought I traveled far away …
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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…