A TRIP before EASTER> > > >LENT………. And Jesus, FULL OF THE HOLY SPIRIT returned from th Jordan and was led by the SPIRIT in the wilderness Luke 4:1 “He split rocks in the wilderness and gave them drink abundantly as from the deep.” Psalms 78:15 ESV I think I will, I will drink I… Continue reading Wasted in the Wilderness
Tag: Poems
poetic pictures of Life as a Child of God .
Caught
Meditatio 4 th Sunday in Lent I Sister , our sister, sand grains are in your eyes you are caught now in adulterous ties. They take your tricks for trickery, All for their disguise . They are Judas for change ! But You are Harlot for booking! Behold Your true Love , was there Then… Continue reading Caught
Dear Mr C (ode to COVID)
Dear dear Mr C ,you cannot sit in this pew. You haven’t the mind of these remnant few . And , I remember how the days used to be Where you acted as a monster, mr C as you pounced with Mr fear up the aisle, And ,good church folks left in single file. On… Continue reading Dear Mr C (ode to COVID)
Psalm 1 A tale of two men
A Lexio meditation on Psalm 1 Two men went out on a paved road one day . On it , They sought To Find Truth, Life and Way . So “ blessed “ and “ wicked “ became their name . Named by the pursuit in which they sought fame. One day , the two… Continue reading Psalm 1 A tale of two men
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
Ashes , Ashes, we all fall down
What shall we do in this vineyard of palms ? where Prudentius’s vices are verdant fronds? where we pretend to be “Blessed “trunks from the very first psalm While our roots sit shallow in a climate so calm What shall be our song ? While vile villains and viruses threaten the crop ? shall we… Continue reading Ashes , Ashes, we all fall down
Packin’
Oh Father God I’m so sorry to say I went packin’ today Down the road far away From the church and the gun Far away I will run See Father God I’m “ different, weird, odd” the church folks say They don’t all agree on Jesus , The way So I wasn’t sure to stay… Continue reading Packin’
Parched
His lips are like concrete cracked beneath a florescent sun my hands are gloved blue to hold one more moistened sponge not hyssop or wine, nor vinegar,whiskey or the enemy gall just one drop of water, i say …” one drop , the physician says that all.” his eyes draw open , a pool of… Continue reading Parched
Petals For The King
There are rose petals on the sidewalk outside the Church today. I nod to them as I walk to the chapel. I see them lay prostrate. Unattached alone. Emojis of Advent. anyone who passes can see them. I cannot nod at those who walk beside me. They have head down at feet or phone. We… Continue reading Petals For The King