Traveling in the Holy Land
God please save me.
I have a habit of forgetting to turn on my GPS,
Inasmuch as I know the way I should take.
I am fully capable of going places solo,
Navigating by my own landmarks.
If I take a detour,
Even a guessed-perchance-shortcut,
I can handle it.
At least that is what I tell myself until I find I am lost—
So lost I am desperate enough to admit it to myself.
Only then do I reboot,
Getting past steering on my own,
Catching my breath in that grace period search,
As I am tracked down.
Then the voice that echoes down from the heavens
Shows me a way forward amid the holy ground’s peaceful sites.
The Bread was Just Bread
The bread was just bread like other bread
Until Jesus took it and bowed his head,
Broke it and gave it to those he held dear,
“This is my body given in your stead.”
The wine was just wine like all other wine
Until Jesus took the cup as a sign
Of the gift poured out with whip, nails, and spear,
“This is my blood. You are forever mine.”
The men were just men like all other men
Until Jesus redeemed them from all sin.
Though hell-bent they would run away in fear,
He knew who you would be not who you’d been.
I Love Temptations
I love temptations.
That’s what makes this so tempting, flirtatious.
My eyes widen at the allurement
As the siren song stirs my soul to salivate
With rhapsodic tingles of anticipation,
Provocation down to my loins,
Itching for gratification without delays,
Hungering to feast on that slice of pleasure,
Thirsting to gulp that one imperative dram.
Never mind that I’ve never been filled or content.
This time is different—I can feel it;
Intensity testifies that this is promise, not promiscuity.
I giggle at the coquettish whisper,
Drunk on the bouquet of forbidden fruit’s wine.
My lover holds my hand but not my attention
With a voice growingly distant.
Since nothing good can be bad,
I choose neither truth nor consequences.
Don’t threaten me with escape when I am captivated.
I only want
All Things to All People
If we have so much in common,
Why are schisms so common?
If we are the same under the skin,
Why do we get under each other’s skin?
Our DNA differs by half a percent
That makes us one hundred percent individuals,
As is every other individual in the world.
Our genes are all the same style
Though we wear different labels on them.
Being so much alike
We should be easy to like.
Alas, nations are contained by invisible lines
In which parties draw battle lines,
Fragmenting for the good of the whole.
Change cannot come through transcendental ideals,
But only by someone who transcends.
He would have to be one of us,
Yet nothing like all the rest of us.
He would force us to face truth and decide,
Sounding like a divisive peacemaker
Wielding the sword against all that divides.
Love would have to get real;
Real love would have to be embodied.
Only if you, me, and Thee were like a trinity;
If only you, me, and Thee were we.
An Evening Prayer
As the dusk of a new day dawns
I rest myself in your arms,
Closing my eyes in relief
That your work, Lord, is complete
By your grace, not by my brawn.
Though darkness around me builds,
I trust new days will be filled
With the chance to share love’s light,
Shining truth into the night,
All accomplished as you’ve willed.
As I nestle in my tomb,
I release all sense of gloom.
This is where new life begins,
Secure that death will not win.
I find peace here in your womb.
A Seductive Sonnet
Your beauty has inflamed a pure desire,
A passion unleashed I have never known,
That can consume the burning bush with fire
And impel the king to give up his throne.
O glorious torment raging in me,
How can I relieve this power that yearns,
Dancing with such ecstatic fantasy
Suppressed, but unbridled, untamed returns?
This is no cheap, libidinous craving;
This is no less than sweet fascination
Urging me on with your lover’s raving,
My life’s destiny of exploration,
To know why this masterwork allures me
In the covenant bond that ensures me.
Incarnation of the Incarnate,
Sacrament of the Sacrificed,
Gift of the Gift,
Ground of grace,