Palm Sunday. The day God said no to empire.
April 13, 2019
April 12, 2019
Today, for National Poetry Month, I offer you the grace of these lines by fellow poet and friend, Lesley-Anne Evans. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
Lament of Water
Snow this morning
after several days of deep freeze.
Slow flakes freed from sky
lay themselves at earth’s feet:
So much emptying.
This time of year the creek
I would love to live like a river flows…
is crusted, flow invisible to passersby
and their dogs, but I hear her speak.
She will transport continents
at spring break-up, downed trees,
bloated islands of of animals;
the elders, the dying.
…carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.
I sit in my windowed room while the sun
peels back morning, each snowflake
whispers earth as in heaven.
Each day and its relentless giving,
I do not ask yet I receive what
I do not know I need. Such gifts
I would love to live…
of shadow and of blinding light;
how much longer, LORD,
Lines from John O’Donohue’s Unfinished Poem
April 10, 2019
April 9, 2019
Happy birthday, babe.
I first posted this a few years ago. The reason I did so then is the same I do so now, to celebrate my wife’s birthday. In the digital age, discovering a person’s age is as easy as a cursor, a mouse, and a nosy desire to know something. But, in the interest of propriety, I say simply, “Happy _____ birthday, babe!”
Babe, you still brighten the road before me…