Poetry 
Religious Poetry
A wonder
How the mind works, it does what it wants, thoughts a jumble of absurdity, untamed, filled with flame and ice, earthquakes and tsunamis. Alive with impulses primal, primitive, hidden beneath our decadent cultural masks; sophistication a fraudulent aplomb, as the inner turmoil takes it toll. As if all is well in our hearts and minds,… Read More ›
Between here and there
Between here and there Trapped between here and there, in moments so swift as to be insubstantial; a wave of nothing that we ride all our days, in futures unknown and fate unsure. So swift who can contain it, our rapidity of flight through life, today becomes far… Read More ›
If we have souls
Old age the final frontier not easy by any means, often painful on many levels that is unknown in youth or middle age. Which I believe is the most important part of our lives, If indeed we do have souls, a heart that grows eternally, and we take our love with us; and all else… Read More ›
Our mourning
Mourning is ever new and fresh, each time someone lost like it is the first time, its sharpness never dulls as it cuts though all defenses, there is sorrow, anger and deep rage, all pious clichés wasted, though faith and hope remain. We are so civilized in our mourning, no tearing of our robes, or… Read More ›
That which eludes us
As water to roots, is grace to the heart, the Sun warms the earth and allows being to grow, as grace heals the soul and fills it with life. We each must die to all but to what we love, some lead to life, others to sorrow, in the end its is one thing we… Read More ›
Lepanto
White founts falling in the courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There is laughter like the fountains in that face of all men feared, It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness of his beard, It curls the blood-red crescent, the crescent of his lips, For the inmost… Read More ›
Embodiment, incarnation, flesh and blood
To age is something good, pleasant (?), well, no (!), for if life is about ‘something’ rather than “chance” then something deeper seems to be a play. What if we are just children at our beginnings, if all that we experience as awful as it is, as absurd as suffering and evil seem to be,… Read More ›
Dementia (their world is real to them)
The time is here, something dreaded in point of fact, he is entering a phrase wherein he will become very confused, paranoid, combative and filled with deep fear, anger and rage, then, the caregiver has to help as best as can be done, a war of sorts, between the ones caring for, and the one… Read More ›
New eyes awaken
I send Love’s name into the world with wings And songs grow up around me like a jungle. Choirs of all creatures sing the tunes Your Spirit played in Eden. Zebras and antelopes and birds of paradise Shine on the face of the abyss And I am drunk with the great wilderness Of the sixth… Read More ›
Just one look
It was early morning when the day still fresh, the air cool and hope was in the air, before fatigue could set in or disappointment change the days youthful texture, that is when I saw him, sitting peacefully, he was old, in his seventies I would say, with a glorious beard golden in color suffused… Read More ›