Tuesday, April 15, 2014

GIVE THEM REST


GIVE THEM REST

 

 

BY

 

 

FRANK A VOLLMER

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

PIE JESU

 

PIE JESU

PIE JESU

GRANT THEM REST LORD

GENTLE JESUS

GRANT THEM REST LORD

UNDISTURBED

PIE JESU

GENTLE JESUS

 

GRANT REST TO CHILDREN

DEAD BEFORE THEY WERE BORN

TO VICTIMS OF WAR

TO VICTIMS OF HATE

TO VICTIMS OF PROFIT

AT ANY COST

GRANT THEM REST

GENTLE JESUS

GRANT THEM REST

 

GRANT THEM REST

AND PROMINENCE

WHO OFTEN WERE IGNORED IN LIFE

OR WORSE INVISIBLE

 

 

OH SWEET JESUS

WHO TAKES AWAY

THE SINS OF THE WORLD

TAKE AWAY THE EFFECTS OF SIN

AS IT AFFECTS THEM

 

GRANT THEM REST

LORD JESUS

WHOSE LIFE

WAS A DISCORDANT SONG

GRANT THEM REST

GRANT THEM PEACE

FOREVERMORE

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P0PPIES


 


THE POPPIES THAT LITTERED THE BATTLEFIELD


WERE BROUGHT ON BY THE LITTER OF WAR


FOR POPPIES ONLY GROW ON BROKEN SOIL


WHETHER BY PLOW OR BOMBARDMENT


THE POPPY DOESN'T CARE


IT GROWS IN BROKEN SOIL


 


AND THE POPPIES STILL GROW IN BROKEN SOIL


 


BECAUSE OUR PROMISES


MADE TO THESE OUR DEAD


OUR HONORED DEAD


HAVE NOT BEEN KEPT


WE SAID THE WORLD WOULD BE BETTER


BECAUSE OF THEIR DEATH


THEIR SACRIFICE



 


BUT UNLIKE CHRIST


THEIR DEATH DID NOT BRING RESURRECTION


 


SO TO THESE DEAD


THESE HONORED DEAD


WE RECOMMIT OURSELVES


THAT THE WORLD AND COUNTRY


THEY DIED FOR


WOULD BE A BETTER PLACE


THAT PEACE AND LOVE


WOULD HAVE NO NATIONAL BOUNDARIES


THAT FOOD AND HAPPINESS


WOULD NOT BE FOR THE FEW


BUT THE MANY


THAT THE DREAMS THEY DIED FOR


WOULD COME TRUE


THAT MEN WOULD TURN SWORDS INTO PLOWSHARES


AND SPEARS INTO PRUNING HOOKS


THAT THE LAMB AND THE LION WOULD LIE DOWN TOGETHER


THAT THERE WOULD BE A NEW RESURRECTION


THAT HEARTS WOULD BE BROKEN OPEN BY LOVE


AND GROWING IN THAT BROKEN-NESS


POPPIES WOULD LITTER THE LANDSCAPE


 


SLEEP WELL HONORED DEAD


WE WILL REMEMBER OUR PROMISES


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RAINY DAY EASTER

 

 

IT WAS THAT KIND OF DAY

DRIVING WINDS AND PELTING RAIN

THAT SENT STREAMS OF WATER DOWN THE STEEP

AND NARROW STREETS

IT RAN IN SHEETS OFF THE TERRA-COTTA ROOFS

UPON THE WOMEN ON THEIR WAY

TO THE TOMB WHERE JESUS LAY

BENEATH A SKY OF FUNERAL GRAY

 

FINALLY THE GRAVEYARD REACHED

THE WIND WAS STRONGER IN THE CLEAR

IT FORCED THEM TO SEEK SHELTER BY A WALL

 

WHO SHALL ROLL THE STONE AWAY

PERHAPS THE SOLDIERS MAY

 

THEY STRUGGLED WITH THE WIND TO REACH THE TOMB

IT WAS OPEN TO THE WEATHER

 

OH NO NO THEY MOANED

THE WIND ECHOED NOOOO

 

OH NO NONONONONOOO

 

WHERE' IS MY LORD THEY CRIED

 

WHERE OH WHERE THE WIND SIGHED

WHY OH WHY OH WHY

 

BUT THE ANGEL SAID

WHY ARE YOU LOOKING FOR HIM AMONG THE DEAD

HE LIVES

 

AWAY THEY SPUN LIKE AUTUMN LEAVES IN FULL RUN

 

HE LIVES THEY CRIED

 

HE LIVES THE WIND REPLIED

RAIN AND TEARS MIXED UPON THEIR FACE

 

THEY WERE GATHERED NOW IN THE UPPER ROOM

ALL KNEW THE WORDS WERE TRUE

THE TOMB WAS EMPTY

 

TELL US AGAIN WHAT THE YOUNG MAN SAID

 

AGAIN AND AGAIN THE WORDS WERE SAID

 

TILL JOHN STOOD UP

HERE MOTHER TAKE MY CLOAK

LET ME HOLD YOUR HANDS TO MAKE THEM WARM

YOU ARE WET THROUGH

 

 

THEN PETER AND THE OTHERS

WINDED BY THEIR RUN TO SEE

HAD DONE THE SAME

FOR THE OTHER WOMEN

 

THEY SAT THERE NOW IN A RING

HOLDING HANDS

STARING LAUGHING GIVING TAKING STRENGTH

AND WARMTH

 

TILL JESUS STOOD IN THE MIDST OF THEM

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SAD SONG

 

 

I WILL NOT SING A SAD SONG

PERHAPS A WHISTLE BY THE GRAVEYARD SONG

A DEFIANT IN YOUR FACE SONG

A FRIGHTENED SONG

I HOPE NOT A DUMB SONG

CLOUDED BY PAIN

MEDICINE

OR MIND

BUT I WILL NOT SING A SAD SONG

 

I’VE BEEN SICK AGAIN

LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT

IT CAUGHT ME UNAWARES

 

BUT I WILL NOT SING A SAD SONG

 

MY LITTLE MALADY

COMPARED TO THE WORLD’S PAIN

 

I DO NOT FIND THAT SUFFERING IS ENNOBLING

 

SO MUCH OF IT IS UNDESERVED

 

I DO NOT THINK THAT GOD SENDS PAIN

SO MUCH IS HUMAN CAUSED

 

GOD ASKS US TO BRING HIS KINGDOM HERE

A POETIC GESTURE

OR DID HE MEAN IT

 

AND IF HE MEANT IT

ARE WE NOT TASKED TO ELIMINATE PAIN

 

AT TREBLINKA

THEY USED GEESE

TO MASK THE SOUND OF SUFFERING

 

HAVE WE GONE MUCH FURTHER THAN THAT

TO MAKE THE WORLD

THE WAY GOD WANTS IT

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SALT

SALT IS PURE

IF IT LOSES ITS FLAVOR

IT’S NOT THE SALT

BUT FOREIGN MATTER

 

WHICH IS WHAT JESUS SAYS

BE IN THE WORLD

BUT NOT OF IT

 

SALT ADDS FLAVOR TO FOOD

LIKE A CHRISTIAN

SHOULD AFFECT

HIS SURROUNDINGS

 

SALT IS USED FOR HEALING

WHICH IS A PRIMARY TASK

FOR A CHRISTIAN

 

SALT IS USED

TO PREVENT FOOD FROM GOING BAD

IT’S AN ACTIVE MINERAL

SO SHOULD WE

 

SALT WAS USED AS A SALARY

REMINDING US

THAT THE WAGES OF SIN IS DEATH

THE WAGES OF GOODNESS

IS LIFE EVERLASTING

 

SALT HAS BEEN USED IN BURIAL RITES

A REMINDER

OF THE GREAT PRICE

CHRIST PAID

 

SALT IS USED IN SOME RITES AT BAPTISM

AS A SIGN OF PRESERVING THE SOUL FROM SIN

 

SALT

SO GREAT A THING

SO SMALL A THING

LIKE GOD AND ME

 

COME FLAVOR MY LIFE

WITH YOUR SWEETNESS

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AN UPRIGHT WOMAN

 

 

SHE MUST HAVE BEEN QUITE A SINNER

OR HER PARENTS WERE

TO HAVE THE WEIGHT OF GUILT

TURN HER INTO A QUESTION MARK

 

HERE SHE COMES

GIVING THIS PLACE OF WORSHIP A BAD NAME

 

SINNERS DON’T BELONG IN CHURCH

RESPECTABLE PEOPLE DO

 

HERE COMES ANOTHER ONE

THIS ITINERANT PREACHER

DOES HE COME TO SEE ME

NO

BUT HANG OUT WITH RIFF-RAFF AND DREGS

 

HE SEES HER

IT’S LIKE A LOVE STORY

HE GOES TO HER

TALK TO HER

 

SHE LIFTS HER HEAD TO ANSWER HIM

HER HEAD KEEPS RISING

HER BACK UNBENDS

 

SACRILEGE I THE LEADER CRY

SACRILEGE

HE’S HEALED ON THE SABBATH

A WOMAN TO BOOT

SACRILEGE

 

JESUS ANSWERED

 

HOW MANY OF YOU WATERED YOUR STOCK TODAY

 

SILENCE

 

HOW MANY OF YOU FED YOUR STOCK TODAY

 

SILENCE

 

YOU WERE ALLOWED

BECAUSE ANIMALS SHOULD NOT SUFFER

 

HOW MUCH MORE THIS DAUGHTER OF ABRAHAM

NOT SUFFER

 

THE POWERFUL

WHO HAD SERVANTS TO DO THE WORK

WERE HUMBLED

 

THE POOR AND THE POWERLESS

HID SMILES BEHIND THEIR HANDS

 

THE WOMAN ENJOYED THE VIEW

ERECT

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SHIVA

 

 

WHY RABBI WHY

 

A DAMAGED

UNUSABLE TORAH

IS BURIED IN THE EARTH

REVERENTLY

BEFITTING THE HOLY PURPOSE

IT ONCE SERVED

 

A DEAD BODY DESERVES THE SAME RESPECT

IT HOUSED THE SOUL

IT SHOULD BE GIVEN A RITUAL BATH

BECAUSE

CLEAN AND PURE

IT CAME INTO THIS WORLD

SO CLEAN AND PURE IT SHOULD LEAVE

 

WE SIT SHIVA

FOR SEVEN DAYS

BECAUSE JOSEPH

MOURNED HIS FATHER

SEVEN DAYS

 

AND JOB’S FRIENDS

IN THE FACE OF HIS GRIEF

WERE SILENT

FOR SEVEN DAYS

 

UNTIL HE SPOKE

OH THAT I MIGHT NEVER HAVE BEEN BORN

THAN TO SUFFER SUCH PAIN

 

WE SIT LOW

BECAUSE WE BEEN BROUGHT LOW BY DEATH

AND TO BE NEAR THE BODY

WHICH IS IN THE EARTH

 

WE ARE AN ANCIENT PEOPLE

MANY OF OUR FOLKWAYS

ARE BURIED IN HISTORY

MYSTERY

OR MYTH

 

WE BRING STONES

TO THE GRAVE SITE

BECAUSE THE TIME WAS

WHEN THE DEAD WERE COVERED WITH ROCK

TO PREVENT DESECRATION

 

OR MAYBE

JUST TO SHOW WE WERE THERE

 

MANY OF LIFE’S EVENTS

ARE COVERED WITH PRAYER

FROM OUR GOING OUT

AND COMING BACK

AND IN BETWEEN

 

LIFE IS SACRED

AND DEATH

IS THE SOLVER OF RIDDLES

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SIMON THE PHARISEE

 

 

WHAT DID HE EXPECT

THIS ITINERANT PREACHER

WHAT DID HE EXPECT

TO BE TREATED LIKE EQUALS

LIKE ANOTHER OF THE PHARISEES

WHAT DID HE EXPECT

 

I INVITED HIM TO A MEAL

LORD KNOWS HE LOOKED LIKE HE NEEDED ONE

 

AT FIRST

ALL WAS

AS IT SHOULD BE

HE ATE

AND ENJOYED HIS MEAL

 

IT WAS THE WOMAN

THAT STARTED THE RUCKUS

 

WOMEN ARE GOOD FOR TWO THINGS

HOUSE KEEPING AND BED

WHICH IS HOW SHE GOT IN UNANNOUNCED

 

THEN SHE

WHO UNDER OTHER CONDITIONS I WOULD ENJOY

 

EMBARRASSED HERSELF AND ME

BY POURING PERFUME OVER HIS FEET

COVERING THEM WITH TEARS

DRYING THEM WITH HER HAIR

 

SCANDALOUS

TO LET SUCH A WOMAN

APPROACH YOU IN A PUBLIC PLACE

TOUCH YOU

CONTAMINATION

 

AND HE PURPORTING TO SPEAK FOR GOD

 

HAS GOD DESCENDED TO THE PIGSTY LEVEL

 

THEN HE HAD THE AUDACITY

TO GIVE ME A LESSON ON MANNERS

AND A PARABLE ON BIG AND SMALL FORGIVENESS

 

THEN TO CAP IT ALL

TO TELL HER

HER SINS WERE FORGIVEN

 

IT’S TOO EASY

 

BUT HE’S A DREAMER

LIKE ALL THE OTHER REFORMERS

 

WHAT’S SHE GOING TO DO NOW

A WOMAN

WITHOUT A MAN

OR A TRADE

WHAT A USELESS PIECE OF BAGGAGE

 

 

PERHAPS HE’LL TAKE HER WITH HIM

I HEAR HE HAS A HAREM

 

AS FOR THE PARABLE

FORGIVE A DEBT

NEVER

GRIND THEM DOWN

MAKE THEM PAY

 

GOD REWARDS THE WEALTHY

THE POOR HE HAS NO USE FOR

 

WHO KEEPS THE TEMPLE

THE WIDOWS MITE

 

WELL I’VE HAD MY CURIOSITY SATED

I CAN’T WAIT TO TELL THE BOYS AT THE CLUB

 

IT COST ME A MEAL AND AN EVENING

IT’LL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING

 

IT WAS A WASTE OF TIME

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SIT TIBI TERRA LEVIS

 

 

 

ENGRAVED ON A TOMB

IN AN OLD ROMAN GRAVEYARD

ARE THE LETTERS

S T T L

SIMILAR TO THE LETTERS

R I P

WE FIND IN OUR CHURCHYARDS

 

IT STANDS FOR

SIT TIBI TERRA LEVIS

MAY THE EARTH LIE GENTLY ON YOU

 

MUCH OF OUR FUNERAL WORDS

ARE DEDICATED TO

PEACE

REST

SLEEP

 

AS A CHRISTIAN

WHEN WE VISIT THE GRAVE SITE

OF A LOVED ONE

 

WE ARE VISITING THE BODY AND MEMORY

OF THE DECEASED

THE IMPORTANT PART OF HIM

HAS GONE TO THE PLACE GOD HAS FOR HIM

 

WE MIGHT IMAGINE IN A FANCIFUL MOOD

TO SEE AN ANGEL SITTING ON A GRAVESTONE

SAYING

 

WHY

ARE YOU LOOKING FOR HIM AMONG THE DEAD

HE LIVES

 

HEART AND HE

AWAIT YOU IN GALILEE

 

THE BODY

WHICH MOST OF US

ENCLOSE GENTLY IN THE EARTH

IS NOT THE BODY OF THEIR VIGOR

 

BUT A BODY SCARRED

BY

AGE

DISEASE

CALAMITY

 

THE MULE HAS CARRIED US

TO THE JOURNEY’S END

AND RESTS

 

OUR BEING SINGS

HOLY

HOLY

HOLY

 

IT TELLS OUR LOVED ONES

I AM AT PEACE

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Monday, April 14, 2014

MEDITATION

2009

THE PINES


THE PINES




THE PINES

LIKE WHITE CLAD MONKS IN MEDITATION
STOOD UPON THE HILL

THE CLOUDS HEAVILY LADEN
STRUGGLED IN THE SKY

THE WIND MADE SPORT WITH THE LOOSE SNOW
PILING IT AGAINST THE FENCE

BUT A LITTLE BROOK FORGETTING IT WAS WINTER
LAUGHED ITS WAY ACROSS A SNOW FILLED FIELD
 
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MEDITATION

 

BY

 

FRANK

 

 

LOCUSTS AND WILD HONEY

 

 

HIS DIET
WAS LOCUSTS

AND WILD HONEY

 

MANY EUROPEANS

TURN THEIR NOSE UP

AT THE LOCUSTS

 

BUT IN HIS DAY

AND CULTURE

LOCUST AND HONEY

WERE A MEAL FOR THE POOR

THE VERY POOR

 

WHO COULD SCAVENGE FOR IT

IN THE WILDERNESS

 

IT WAS THE VERY POOR

AND POOR

THAT JOHN PREACHED TO

THE MAJORITY OF THE POPULATION

THE PEASANTS

 

ROUGH TREATED HUMANS

CREATE

A ROUGH RELIGION

 

SO JOHN SPOKE TO THEM ROUGHLY

BUT IN HIS HEART

HE WAS LIKE A PARENT DISCIPLINING HIS CHILD

 

WHAT MUST WE DO THEY CRIED

SHARE WHAT YOU HAVE

CLOTHING

FOOD

BE HONEST IN YOUR WORK

BE HONORABLE

IN YOUR DEALING WITH OTHERS

BE A CHILD OF ABRAHAM

 

REMEMBER

BEING A CHILD OF ABRAHAM

GAINS YOU NOTHING

IF YOUR ACTIONS ARE UNWORTHY

OF BEING ABRAHAM’S CHILD

 

JOHN WASN’T A DIPLOMAT

HE WAS BEHEADED

 

NEITHER WAS JESUS

HE WAS CRUCIFIED

 

BUT BEFORE THAT

JESUS

WITH A DAWNING SENSE OF VOCATION

JOINED JOHN’S

RENEWAL MOVEMENT

 

HE WAS BAPTIZED

 

GOING DOWN INTO THE WATER

LIKE THE RED SEA

COMING UP A MEMBER

DEDICATED TO CHANGE

FROM THE SLAVERY OF THE OLD

TO THE FREEDOM OF THE NEW

 

BY THE TIME JOHN DIED

JESUS HAD BRANCHED OUT ON HIS OWN

 

JOHN WAS A GOOD FRONTMAN

BUT JESUS THOUGHT

HE PREACHED

AN ANGRY GOD

 

HIS CONCEPT WAS DIFFERENT

HE BELIEVED GOD LOVED HIS CREATION

WANTED WHAT WAS BEST FOR HIS CREATION

 

WHO WOULD

THOUGH HE DIDN’T KNOW IT AT THE TIME

DIE FOR HIS CREATION

 

JESUS WAS A PEASANT

HIS FATHER WAS A TEKTON

A DAY LABORER

 

HE SHARED WITH OTHER PEASANTS

A NATURAL DISTASTE

FOR CHURCH

AND STATE

 

BOTH IN HIS MIND

WANTED TO KEEP HIM DOWN

AND TAKE HIS MONEY

 

 

HE SAID TO HIS FELLOW PEASANTS

YOU HAVE DIGNITY

WHICH CANNOT BE TAKEN AWAY

YOU HAVE BEEN CREATED BY GOD IN HIS IMAGE

WALK PROUDLY

HOLD UP YOUR HEAD

 

YOU ARE

EACH OF YOU

GOD’S FAVORITE

 

WHICH WAS WHY

WHEN HE ENTERED THE TEMPLE

WHEN HE SAW THE GOUGING OF THE POOR

HE BECAME INCENSED

AND IN A HOLY RAGE

CHASED THEM FROM THE TEMPLE

 

SO DOING

HE HAD SIGNED HIS OWN DEATH WARRANT

 

HE HAD UPSET

HOWEVER BRIEFLY

THE MONEY MACHINE

FOR THAT

HE MUST DIE

 

THEY KILLED HIM

THEY PLANTED HIM

THEY WALKED AWAY DUSTING THEIR HANDS

THAT’S THE END OF HIM THEY THOUGHT

 

BUT HIS TEACHING

BURST FROM THE TOMB

LIKE A SWARM OF LOCUSTS

 

AND THEY SANG AS THEY FLEW

TASTE AND SEE

THE SWEETNESS OF GOD

 

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MAKE ROOM

 

 

IN MEDIEVAL

JEWISH

MYSTICISM

THERE AROSE AN IDEA

THAT SINCE GOD WAS EVERYWHERE

HE HAD TO MAKE ROOM FOR HIS CREATION

 

SO A WORLD WAS CREATED

WHERE GOD WAS NOT

HE HAD TO BE INVITED IN

 

A LOGICAL THOUGHT

FOR A RACE

BRANDED CHRIST KILLERS

 

WHO COULD BE KILLED

WITH IMPUNITY

MUCH LIKE LYNCHINGS

IN THE STATES

 

THEY PRAYED FOR A MESSIAH TO COME

TO THEIR GODLESS EARTH

 

WITHOUT CONSIDERING

THE THEOLOGICAL IMPLICATIONS

IT’S AN INTERESTING CONCEPT

 

THAT CHRIST HAS TO BE ASKED

TO COME TO A WORLD

WHICH HE CREATED

 

THAT HE MUST BE INVITED IN

EVEN THOUGH HE LURKS BY

HE MUST BE INVITED IN

 

THE CREATURE MUST GIVE

THE CREATOR PERMISSION

OR NOT

 

GOD GAVE THE CREATURE

CREATION

TO RUN AS HE SAW FIT

TO MAKE HIS OWN MISTAKES


 

TO STRUGGLE

AND SUCCEED

TO MAKE HIS FATHER PROUD

 

TO FAIL

TO MAKE HIS FATHER SAD

 

TO SHUT

THE DOOR IN HIS FACE

 

MYSTICS

ARE LIKE POETS

 

THEY SEE THINGS THAT AREN’T THERE

IMAGES IN A CRACKED MIRROR

VISIONARIES OF WHAT COULD BE

SHOULD BE

 

FRAIL HUMANS

WHO THINK IN DREAMS

OF A LAND NOT REAL

BUT COULD BE

 

YOUR YOUNG MEN

WILL DREAM DREAMS

YOUR OLD MEN

WILL HAVE VISIONS

 

AND GOD WILL BE A WELCOME GUEST

AT OUR TABLE

 

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MEEK

 

 

ONE OF THE SEVERAL VARIETIES

OF THE WESTERN

IS THAT OF THE TOWN DRUNK

OR PROSTITUTE

BEING THE HERO

WHILE THE GOOD PEOPLE

THE MEEK AND MILD

COWER IN THE CHURCH

 

THE WORD MEEK CAME INTO ENGLISH

FROM THE SCANDINAVIAN

MEANING SOFT

 

IT WAS USED BY THE KJV SCHOLARS

TO TRANSLATE THE GREEK

PRAUS

 

OVER THE YEARS

THE TERM MEEK

HAVE TAKEN ON THE FOLLOWING MEANING

 

ACCORDING TO WEBSTER

IT MEANS

 

 TIMID

 HUMBLE

 LOWLY

 OVERLY PATIENT

OR SUBMISSIVE

 

SOMEHOW I DON’T THINK

THIS WAS WHAT JESUS MEANT

WHEN HE SAID

LEARN FROM ME

FOR I AM MEEK

 AND HUMBLE OF HEART

 

IN BIBLICAL GREEK .

IT IS THE REGULAR WORD FOR AN ANIMAL

WHICH HAS BEEN DOMESTICATED
WHICH HAS BEEN TRAINED

TO OBEY THE WORD OF COMMAND

WHICH HAS
LEARNED TO ANSWER TO THE REINS

 IT IS THE WORD FOR AN ANIMAL
WHICH HAS LEARNED TO ACCEPT CONTROL

 

IN NO WAY DOES IT EMASCULATE

THE ANIMAL

 

 CHRIST SAID

I HAVE COME

NOT TO DO MY WILL

BUT THE WILL OF THE FATHER

WHO SENT ME

 

PETER

WAS A WILD BULL

OF A MAN

BUT JESUS USED HIM

AS HE WAS

 

TOO OFTEN CHRISTIANS

ARE SEEN AS COWERING IN THE CHURCH

BUT CHRISTIANITY

IS A VIGOROUS

VIRILE RELIGION

 

WE ARE BROKEN

TO THE REINS

WHICH IS THE CODE OF JESUS

 

THE SKILLS WE HAD

AS A WILD ONE

ARE STILL OUR SKILLS

WHEN JESUS SAYS PULL

WE DON’T QUESTION

THE REINS

WE PULL

 

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MOM

 

 

THE WAVE MADE BY MY BOAT

CAME BACK AS RIPPLES

AGAIN AND AGAIN

FADING EBBING TILL INVISIBLE

 

BUT MY SCIENCE HALF OF MIND

KNOWS NO ENERGY IS LOST

BUT RATHER IS TRANSFORMED

TRANSMUTED

BUT NEVER LOST

 

SO SAYS MY POET'S SIDE

 

HOW MANY ECHOES HAS A LIFE

 

SO THAT A MEMORIAL SERVICE

IN A MEXICAN RESTAURANT

WHEN THE SANCTUARY WAS CLOSED

SEEMED FITTING FOR THE WOMAN WHO WAS MOURNED

OR RATHER REMEMBERED

 

REMEMBERED FOR HER LAUGHTER

FOR HER SENSE OF THE ABSURD

FOR HER SENSE OF KARMA

 

THE SANCTUARY - READ SADNESS - WAS CLOSED

THE RESTAURANT - READ REFRESHMENT - WAS OPEN

THE ECHOES OF HER LIFE RANG IN THEIR HEARTS

 

AS THE RIPPLES OF HER LIFE

ROCKED MY BOAT

GAVE ME SWEET DREAMS

 

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MOTHER’S SPIT

 

 

I REMEMBER

BEING SPIT POLISHED

BEFORE CHURCH

WITH MOTHER’S SPIT

 

 

I ALSO REMEMBER

HAVING MY CLOTHING WET CLEANED

BEFORE BEING SENT OUT INTO THE WORLD

 

AND BRUISES AND CUTS

WERE STARTED ON THE WAY TO HEALING

WITH THE SAME

 

MOTHER’S SPIT

MIRACLE POTION

HEALING TEARS

WHILE RESTORING

A CRYING FACE

TO ITS ORIGINAL SHINE

 

SOMETIMES I LONG FOR MOTHER’S SPIT

TO PUT THE WORLD BACK TO WHERE IT WAS

 

I LOOK AT MY GRANDCHILDREN

AND ALL THE BACTERIA

KILLING PRODUCTS

 

AND KNOW THEY’LL NEVER REPLACE

A MOTHER’S

ANXIOUS

AND LOVING FACE

SAYING LOOK AT YOU NOW

PLAYING STICK BALL

IN YOUR SUNDAY CLOTHES

COME HERE WHILE I FIX YOU

 

AND LIKE JESUS

BENDING OVER

THE BLIND MAN

THE DEAF MAN

SHE’D RESTORE ME

TO PRISTINE GLORY

AND SEND ME ON MY WAY

 

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