a new year thought
January 1, 2008
Peace
and Prosperity
for the Poor
(for a change)
Missing Him
December 24, 2007
Let’s work backwards:
First, I will miss him just sitting in his chair
content to smile as if he had no needs –
connected by spirit, happy to be.
I will miss the shuffle of his brave feet
planting the walker ahead like an ice axe;
climbing mountains we could not see.
I will miss him presiding above the fondue
a sorcerer stirring by candle light,
conjuring batches of yuletide glee.
I will miss him saying grace at the helm
from which he would love, work, and lead
a life of no regret, a life of family.
dear God
December 10, 2007
help us to understand
(not that we would change
anything)
God has no hands
December 10, 2007
God has no hands.
We are the ones
with the hands!
Aristoscale vs humanscale – a participatory poem by Christine, Jak, Qazse, and Z-freek
December 9, 2007
what if
we stopped
building mansions
what if
we began
to build ourselves.
our home
in our hearts
freedom
our home
in each other
humanity
our home
in love compassion
reality
About – my didacticism
November 19, 2007
I am often didactic. I know it can be a turn-off. I am sorry. I can’t help myself.
I believe our human problems are solvable. I believe there is wisdom at our disposal. Yet our consciousness is busy with busy work. We are all busy keeping once-useful now-archaic notions alive.
Ideas such as privilege or eternal damnation seem axiomatic to most. They legitimize division and dismissal. Yet my faith and observation is that God shares everything and never gives up on anyone.
I sense urgency in the air and within myself. Each day brings more sad news. But the tragic has become entertainment rather than a call to action. The very things we ought to be alarmed about become our anesthesia.
People are innately philosophical. If they are given the opportunity (including the freedom and encouragement to think independently) they will find a way to get along.
I need to be a part of that process in several different ways.
hand out condoms
November 14, 2007
hand out condoms
shelter people from abuse
talk to the lonely
instead we preach hell
build mansions
brick walls
always saying goodbye always saying hello
August 17, 2007
with each wave
these last moments
bathe our consciousness
there was nothing else…
(but jobs are waiting)
put the tiny shells
in your pockets
I tell the boys
so the big ones won’t crush them.
two buddies –
they are eleven
never to be eleven again.
the breeze hides my tears.
2003
anniversary
August 13, 2007
I wish I had an angel friend
January 17, 2007
I wish I had an angel friend
to watch over your tiny travels –
to walk with you through wander worlds
of daisy, stream, and meadow.
I wish to have an angel friend
when it becomes your time
to go exploring on your own
to catch you if too high you climb
above this grownup world of pace
too fast to see my child’s face.
qazse 