Monday Morning Drive
Date: Oct 10th, 2007 5:46:44 pm - Subscribe
I know well.
I know well how to drive ...
the careful, constant application of
and easing, ceasing brake.
I don't ever use neutral;
except upon pulling in
for inspection or a pulsating, powerful
Sitting here with Evelyn ...
I'm in neutral.
I'm trying to get used to this gear.
Date: Oct 10th, 2007 5:30:34 pm - Subscribe
tensed between fingers ...
mine and His.
released for a rescue ...
mine, not His.
aligned and symbiotic ...
Date: Oct 10th, 2007 5:24:56 pm - Subscribe
could yet could not
glory in anything, anything
but the Cross of Christ.
I could have been anywhere, yet nowhere,
I gloried through a phenominal,
epiphonic fade ...
a feeling of daydream turned
Tunnel vision to a despairing,
with his head, her head
eclipsed in view.
A voluminous sadness
of spiritual desperation.
my head ...
something with eclipsed myself
my certain crucifixion.
So was birthed the glory ...
the glory of the phenominal,
My forever with Christ.
Date: Jul 21st, 2007 5:56:51 am - Subscribe
I'm going to have to look
at what the today's hosts
It's a big affair
though I'm not terribly sure
eat the spit-hung pig.
Pig meat comes in frozen boxes.
Or yellow-red resealable sleeves.
Or "ready to cook"
in a cellophane-wrapped hunk
of some part I'll never have known.
Today my taste buds will be tempted
to outduel my psyche.
Yes, I'll have to look
to our friend, the cook,
celebrate the "cuisine"
and try my best not to scream.
Date: Jul 19th, 2007 6:31:49 pm - Subscribe
Older folks laugh when I complain
that I'm aging.
Maybe they've forgotten
what it feels like
when this inevitable first creeps
into the bones
and through the heart ...
I'm making my way into midstream.
Sorting out what the years
Rivulets of remembrance
roll into streams of new consciousness,
catching me standing, sometimes stumbling
Date: Jul 6th, 2007 11:01:19 am - Subscribe
The big heart twisted in on itself
as I followed its chambers
with children leading the way.
It thumped, too.
Yet the thumping of my own blood-beater
for the claustrophobia caught me short.
A big heart ...
but not big enough.
It Seemed Clear
Date: Jul 6th, 2007 10:57:12 am - Subscribe
It seemed clear
but not at all what I wanted to hear
there in the stillness near midnight
in my head and heart
where one day did end
and another one did start.
It was the voice of certainty,
a certain slap to my spirit ...
rude, not refreshing.
Eventually, sleep shut it down.
Now it simmers, seemingly waiting
for the next attempt to enter into
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