Tag: Poetry
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Minding the Scapegoat
Leviticus 16: 21-22 [The high priest] is to lay both hands on the head of the live goat and confess over it all the wickedness and rebellion of the Israelites—all their sins—and put them on the goat’s head. He shall send the goat away into the wilderness in the care of someone appointed for the…
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Moonswept
Across the vastness of the nightA maiden sweeps the swirling dustThat sprinkles out upon the banksAlong the glimmering Milky Way. She polishes the hanging lights The jeweled glowing comet lampsAnd smooths the velvet billows of The black expanse that holds the sun. She spins and spools the golden threadfor constellation tapestries Embroidering their graceful plots To keep the outlines…
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To Bed
To bed to bed, we all must go to rest, our weary limbs and eyes tucked underneath the coverlet of lamp-black, silken star decked skies. To bed to bed we all must climb into the rigging of our dreams and tarry in the wind that blows o’er many colored waters’ gleam. To bed to bed we all must sail upon the moon-glass…
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A Martha Morning
It’s been a Martha morning full of tasksSuppressing my annoyance at the help I had to ask. But thank God it is Sunday and it’s time for church, Where Jesus gently turns my eyes away from my own works And as I fix my mind upon the empty tomb. I release the tension in my jaw and shoulders…
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To The Man With The Metal Detector At The Park
What are you looking forIn the middle of the parkOn the edge of the sports fieldWhere the little kids play? Will you fill in the holes you are digging?Or will someone unsuspectingStep into a space Filled with nothingAnd break their ankle? What kind of treasures do you expect to find?There are no remnants Of ancient civilizations hereNo…
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Butterfly Panes
I stand at the seasidewatching waves in mirrored silver sheetscascading over gold-grained ripples,depositing flotsam in their retreat. Summer stretches out like a giant beach towelDrops of sweat form on my sandy legs.The children plow into the water in joyful extravaganceas I walk along the beach.I do not have their giddy abandon. My eyes scan ahead,…
Writ & Whimsy 