Glance, and I will escape you.
Look, and I will show you.
Behold, and I will move you.
Observe, and I will educate you.
See, and I will change you.
Changed, you will see me.
Scattered across lonely seas
dwell the lilies of desire.
Dotted between the balancing
green are other frondish delights
with fingers extended on palms
upraised, deterred by nothing
but the gentle floating away of
newly made ripples, starting
from a center and pushing out
to the edges where the shoreline
awaits to receive what waves may come.
They have made big what once
was small, white-capped wonder
from still and never-sunken petals.
The end exhumes the beginning
but little beginnings brought
such proud endings, humbled
by endless sandy sleep. Here
God is waiting.
God is watching.
God is cooking fish.
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God’s tears like sweet nectar fall
in swollen rivulets down the back of my life.
The words of the day jumbled in
tumbling silence portray what little
is left to say from one with too much to say.
So I do what should be done
at the brink of evening. I draw the shutters
on a well-muscled mouth housing
too many pointless words and
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Let the baptismal waters drown this insubstantial
love and choke the complexities of my lostness.
Cleanse my spiritual palette and don
the insignificance of wayward wants
upon your crested waking.
Splash your drops of salvation, dampened perfection,
on this tired brow, furrowed from wrongdoing
and convince a soul, drawn in ink
of the erasable foes of night.
Rooting down inside the soil of today’s plantings,
what is there to find of nourishing value
to those forced to hunt for food?
Will my table be full of happy gleanings,
the imperishable crumbs of imperfect bread
dipped in the eternal whimsy of Photo: www.trappist.net
God’s good thoughts?
Will those left knocking outside
the door of my own inner garden
remain in hungered silence?
Or, will the gardener open up
the squeaky gate that leads to nowhere
and feed paupers on a king’s repast?
If only that can be found,
then this has been a good day.
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