Palm Sunday without Air-Raid Warnings
Palm Sunday is easy for the rest of us
A procession with palms from the parking lot
Praising God through an asphalt Jerusalem
A Subaru on His right hand, a Dodge on His left
Category: Poetry
To Ask to be Exempt Would be Unreasonable
We all have lists of absent friends Who were with us one week and Covid the next With unfinished stories and little jokes We meant to tell each other the next time we met
Read MoreSpring, Spring, Spring
Spring, it won’t be long before the hills are covered in green
Spring, I want to roll in all the scents that flowers bring
We All Dream of Our Own Library Someday
We all dream of our own library someday
Shelf after shelf of finely bound editions
An oak-paneled room with a stone fireplace
And French windows that open to the sea
Select All Images with Traffic Lights
When the ink on his Gospel had barely dried
Saint Matthew was interrupted by angelic sights
And then to him a Voice from Heaven cried:
“Select all images with traffic lights!”
Felicity and The Long Night
Adil was away on a business trip to the city,
His plane delayed due to the storm.
She hadn’t heard from him in a few hours.
The worry began to gnaw at her.
Shifting the Clockfoolery Forward
This is the day we search out all the clocks:
Two in the den (in which no animals live)
One in the kitchen above the dishy sink…
I Grew Up In Mayberry
I passed two men who were building a fence
With hands and tools and strength and uncommon sense…
Geographically Speaking
Sweet little bunnies browse and squirrels climb
And tiny mice and fairies give delight
To all the little ones of Newfoundland
Who visit Peter Pan in Bowring Park
A Question I Must Ask of Myself
The question is asked: What good shall I do today?
It is a fair question. I don’t know who asked it first
But this morning the only importance
Is that I ask this question of myself
Worship at the Super Bowl
There are few crimes more likely to drive a man
A man, a sensitive man, a thinking man
To existential despair
Slumber
…to leave reality
and sty to fantasy
Oh the bliss of slumber
‘tis jovial wonder!
But is it True? Modern Mayhem & More
Let’s unpack the cliches and hyperbole
The nuclear option and we’ve got this
What we know now we have our options frontline
Off the table Armageddon option
But a Worm
Who am I to thee draw nigh?
and who am I that thou wouldst die?
Snow Clouds for Children on a January Dawn
There could be snow later, and that would be nice
Children can grow up here and never see snow
Today they might go out and play in it
While we old folks tut-tut, “You’ll catch your death…”
Guilt
What have mine hands wrought? Light away and darkness brought? Am I become mad? Alack, mine hands are red clad?
Read MoreWho Betrayed Anne Frank?
A spokesman for the F.B.I. /
Notes that Jewish hostages were taken…
Butch and Sundance: The Latest Remake
Well, now, Butch and Sundance (I’ll tell you no lies) /
Stop the U.P. right in its trackages…
A Street Called Parallel
When I was a girl, in small-town America, /
There was a street called Parallel, /
Where we Protestants ran alongside the /
Catholics – an historical microcosm of /
Our ancestral nations.
A Time Capsule for our Noblest Soldier
If there must be time capsules buried beneath /
Statues of bold men wearing uniforms /
As a remembrance of man’s noblest ideals /
Let us have one for dear ol’ Sergeant Schultz
