faces
August 29, 2006
God does
not need
a face
We do
not need
a face
But there may
always
be
faces
to fill
healing mind
August 21, 2006
Healers dwell
in the valleys
and hills
of mind
There is magic
to be done
with the energy
of thought
Call out
Invite these sweet gifts
of light
from within
on driving rudely after church (a re-post)
August 13, 2006
Like some reverse square dance,
or perhaps a big bang of humankind,
we travel away from each other
into little corners of the universe
to watch from a distance.
Perhaps… 4
August 8, 2006
We are spiritual guests on this earth
and should not join in the killing cycle.
One Sunday Morning
August 6, 2006
We arrived at church,
but the the doors were locked.
A letter held on in the breeze:
My Dear Children,
I am not inside –
you will find me among the sick,
the troubled, the destitute…
Father Joe is with me.
Come join us.
Love,
God
Within the month
most of us had joined
a different church.
Choose Me God! Polka
July 30, 2006
farmer prays for rain
builder prays for none
each one asks the Lord
to be His chosen one
BINGO lingo
July 8, 2006
when our parish has BINGO
I wonder:
how can we call birth control
unnatural
1982
Perhaps… 2
July 6, 2006
our lives
are the
hands of God
kneading Love
into the protoplasm
2005
In Walked Sid
July 3, 2006
This is a fantasy of the mind,
a song of the heart,
and a reality of the soul.
It is a true story:
IN WALKED SID
the saxophone cries harshly
where is Sid
where is Sid
where has that cat gone?
the piano starts to pound
where is Sid
where is Sid
who will play our song?
for so many years he gave anew
what he had received
never held back a single note
while through the reed he breathed
a reality to be understood
an affirmation
that life was good-
to listen not in the way we are told
but in a way that was rather, bold.
JAZZ was his religion
more than any other
saying in a million ways,
you gotta love your brother.
and as a singer never tires of song
and a bee never tires of flowers
we always dug that special man,
we were so damn glad he was ours.
So when we heard that he was gone
we went blue funk into black
as we began to realize
the cat
ain’t ever
comin’ back…
then imperceptibly at first
before we could hear
or see
a song washed onto this shore of souls
and some bop began to be
we couldn’t help but begin to smile
as the sun began to shine
and everywhere a cat could see
things started lookin’ fine…
then Sid blew out a rainbow of notes
to say everything is cool
out here we’re really cookin’ man
and Charlie Parker’s teachin’ school!
1999
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