If you want to love Jesus
December 22, 2006
He looks like this:
Not this:
Missing Him
December 21, 2006
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 in the candle light,
stirring up 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.
This is a re-post of a poem I wrote last Christmas about my father in law who had just passed away that October. A poem about the night he died is here:The night Joe left
the Delight
December 6, 2006
in a place
which is not really
a space but
a time
and in that time
which is not really
a time but
a moment
and in that moment
which never
passes…
lives delight
spirit becoming
November 27, 2006
the gases
the stone
the life forms
the consciousness
we must build
on what has become,
not destroy it
longevity
November 7, 2006
it does not matter
how long I live
as long as I generate peace
you will know the truth by its actions aka Holy wars
October 31, 2006
let the gods throw chairs
at each other
claiming truth
as property
shattering bones
snapping their names
while Buddha sits peacefully
under the table
this is what I’m talking about:
October 14, 2006
If you believe this is sure to happen:
Is peace – right now – your enemy?
those we now call holy
October 2, 2006
those who truly touched the sublime
who walked in the Light
spoke only of
Love
Forgiveness
and Peace.
everything else you are told
everything else you read
are the manipulations
of men
perhaps 6
September 6, 2006
this earth is a canvas
upon which
the universe paints
her truths
and souls come by
to experience
this display of
possibility
face to face
August 31, 2006
There may always be
a human existence
through which spirits pass.
There may always be
the suffering face of humanity
in need of love.
There may always be
laughter and song
to give brave comfort.
qazse 