slouched in her favorite chair,
the breeze blowing through the open window,
she had wrinkles of time—shortcuts to then and now,
white hair diluted of affectations,
sun sparkling in dimmed eyes.
setting aside her sacred cup of coffee,
her withered hands reached for faded love letters, photos, and memories.
with the world falling down around her,
“i love my life, but not too much.”
Reflecting the Bible
I do not understand those who presume to understand everything in the Bible.
I cannot comprehend how anyone can comprehend everything in the Bible.
I cannot see what some others casually see in the prophecies in the Bible.
I do not know how some people know such expedient explanations of the Bible.
I have to wonder why folks are not filled with wonder by what God says in the Bible.
I cannot grasp why people will not grasp what is plain in the Bible.
I cannot get my mind around why people do not mind what is unambiguous in the Bible.
I think it is clear that there is more that is clear than we want to think in the Bible.
The Down-to-Earth Gospel
If you are educated and sophisticated why are you addlepated and unsatiated?
If you are contrary in a seminary why the echoes of a mortuary and the life of a cemetery?
Yet, if you are obtuse you can be set loose to produce with joy profuse;
Simply knowing gets you going with sowing that brings growing;
Only the contrite can ignite and excite to give light.
Hence he smiled, “Now love child be wild kingdom-styled.”
There is something
I misplaced along the way.
That something is somewhere
lost in plain view.
Somehow I must find it,
I want to be whole.
Someone must help me
what I can become.
Used To Be’s
He used to be sick…
She used to be dead…
They used to be blind…
She used to be a prostitute…
He used to be lame…
She used to be hemorrhaging…
He used to be demonized…
They used to be lost…
They used to be lepers…
She used to be a nobody…
He used to be lame…
She used to be in mourning…
They used to be afraid…
All used-to-be’s to be used:
He, used to be a messenger…
She, used to be a healer…
They, used to be lovers…
He, used to be life-giving…
They, used to be proclaimers…
She, used to be generous…
He, used to be an example…
He, used to be forgiving…
She, used to be a builder…
They, used to be worshippers…
He, used to be a singer…
They, used to be rescuers…
She, used to be a sacrifice…
They, used to be cross-bearers…
All used-to-be’s used to be the kingdom of God.
The Sterile Church
“We are followers of God!” the good people shouted
while they pouted, “This music is too loud.”
They would not dance and they could not cry.
Where in the world do their loyalties lie?
“Liquor is strictly banned from Christian hands,” godly fists pounded.
They crossed their arms and would not laugh,
being more at home with God’s wrath.
“It is time to fight. We have our rights,”
though injustice might be just outside the light where they refuse to go.
“Let that little wimp make his own way, like the lame who limp
or that pathetic simp who gets along just fine.
And if you don’t mind we’ll stick with our own kind—
you know, the right people here under our high steeple.”
They were proud of their church crowd with their heads in the clouds,
having never allowed the disavowed of society to join them.
So they only served those who deserved their blessing.
With such sterility there was no fertility and the church slowly passed away.
Then people said of that church that was dead, “That was a hell of a church.”
I hate to preach but the beauty of the beach
Will cause a rift in your life as you are set adrift in strife.
For if you build your house on a sandbar you won’t get far in life.
Even a sturdy home will be lost in the ocean foam
When the storms’ gale and the waters swell into a living hell as the winds fell that house.
If the base is not solid it will end up a squalid pile
And all for which you toiled will be spoiled in no time.
Unless your life is waterproof you would be a doof
To mock rock rather than seek rock that can take the knocks of life.
No insurance can pay for lost days when you refuse the way of peace.
You will only gain unnecessary pain in the hurricanes that will come.