Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Michelangelo's Moses Has Horns

How thin is the difference
between wrestling with
angels or demons

Feathered wings
or wings of skin
beasties or besties
horns or halos

The degrees of difference
are as a reversed
image in a mirror
or in the flip of a coin

Heads I win
tails you lose

Choosing to be good
under the promise of heaven
or the threat of hell
is not a choice freely chosen
but rather a dark deception of a darker conceit
a bleak concession made at gun-point

Freedom exists in the choice
to do or not do
solely for the sake
of selflessness
without regard to
gain or loss

Milton's fallen ones made one choice
choosing once and for all to reject love

We are blessed to choose continually
to participate eternally
in the eternal blissful friction of creation

The lover's kiss begins and ends
before we can feel it

Who can say
exactly where is the line
where the shadow ends
and the light begins

How good are my eyes
to see shadows
to see light
to see all
in the full depth of being

Friday, July 22, 2011


Wednesday I was making home deliveries which took me to Jonesboro Rd. At the corner of the 285 ramp and Jonesboro was a man seeking alms. He was old, a rail of a figure in tattered clothes.

His right leg had been amputated at the knee, the joint covered by an old sock. His aluminum crutches were bent and dented, the arm pads gone.His left hand clasped his crutch and an old large plastic cup.

He looked very tired and in pain. I reached for my wallet where I try to always keep some cash for alms giving and it was empty. I looked to him and said "I'm sorry." He shook his head and said "Don't worry, don't worry. God bless you." With his other crutch wedged under his right arm he raised his right hand and his hand formed a peace sign and with his hand he blessed me with a sign of the cross. I have never felt the power of a blessing as I did with his, a blessing from beyond his pain, and from beyond all his suffering telling me, me, not to worry. I asked him his name so I could pray for him. He said, "Prayers mean more than money." Please pray with me for Michael.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Eucharist Prayers

These are little prayers which came to me in meditation for receiving communion.

With the host: You feed me so that I may feed.
With the chalice: You pour yourself out so that I may be poured out.

They remind me that I am but one step in the cycle of the communion with God, humanity and creation.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011


There are times when a flame upon my crown
is not enough
when I would rather be consumed in it
melted down and recast
or again feel a passion of fire willing
to thrust my hand into it


You always have
a table reserved in me
in my empty space cafe

If your face was the sun
I would give my eyes to hold
your gaze
knowing you would be the
last vision into my memory

Blessed is the breeze now
which carries the rhododendron's breath
back to me and memories of
God's kisses locked in the lover's embrace