A Poet Is a Seeker- We Are All Poets
December 30, 2019
Poets, listen
Do what you can
Make change
In your life
In others
Seek and you
Will find
Say the Scriptures
We are all seekers
We are all worn and weary
Passionate and sensitive
Aware of the world
Through senses which
Work
Pay attention
Struggle
Doubt
Listen
Watch
Wait
Desire
With all your being
Find the Mystery
Then keep on..
Seek the One
Who longs
To be found
A Traveler to Bethlehem
December 12, 2019
The tiny wooden crèche
Glued from brown twigs
Births a baby
Under my miniature tree
The manger is cut from paper
colored with markers
The hay is yellow
The blanket thin
The Child is swaddled
In off-white muslin
Torn from a worn wrinkled scarf
A cuddly lamb ornament
An angel tea candle
The guests start to arrive
From my spinning basket
I pull raw wool
Tuck soft waves around the scene
With each new creation
I am happy, joyful
Lean back on my love seat and grin
A simple evening
with child-like wonder
A Traveler to Bethlehem
Some Children See Him
December 10, 2019
Some children see Him gay
Broken
Abandoned
Betrayed
Some children see Him rich
Unreachable
White
Privileged
Some children see Him
In the gutter
Landfills
Scrounging for food
Some children see Him abused
Crying under a table
Poor, hungry
sick, scared
I see Him as powerful
Always on the side of children,
The least
the last
the lost
Come, Jesus, Come.
Let your children see you
Whole
Themselves in your lap
Clothed
Accepted
Nurtured
Protected
Fed
Hugged
Loved
Healed
Purple
December 2, 2019
The stole weighs me down
Choked like a yoke
I pull heavy loads
But purple is free
Advent candles
drip hot wax
Onto greenery
Parishioners sigh
in contemplation
We know what we’ve done
We know what is coming
We know who sings and shines
The baby lies with a rag
Around his loin
The mother bears her breast
to nurse
The husband stares in wonder
And we crawl
Prostrate
To the manger