I wake before dawn
and the silence wraps around
me like a blanket
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Great Unknown (a poem)
can you picture God?
it’s better you don’t
we call him by a masculine name
but maybe he’s genderless
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Alt-Psalm #3 (a poem)
how awesome is the LORD Most High?
we shower Him with praise
thinking of halcyon days
while preparing for
a new heaven on earth
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The Bridal Chamber (a poem)
you welcome me into
the bridal chamber,
looking ravishing
white sheets against your pale skin
the nightingale sings
of our love
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Alt-Psalm #2 (a poem)
Help, LORD, for the godly are no more
& we drown in mud
always wanting more
sex, drugs, rock ‘n roll
but, LORD, do you really care about this?
what’s wrong with a roll in the hay?
what’s wrong with being gay?
nothing at all, i suppose you’d say
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The Passion (a haiku)
Alt-Psalm #1 (a poem)
Why, O LORD, do you stand far off?
up in cloudy heavens
obscured by bright suns
that brutalize my brethren
i seek peace, O LORD
but pieces of me shatter
into tiny shards
every time the gun shots
blare in this dystopian world
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Primordial (a poem)
I am the tramp who wanders American backroads
I am the immigrant who seeks asylum but is denied entry
I am the fool who cries at the drug rehab
I am the fortunate son who squanders wealth
I am the bus driver who drives the Greyhound off the cliff
I am the night-storm that terrorizes the Midwest
I am the space-dust that destroys satellites
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Desert-tan (a poem)
dear jesus, help me create
a life that’s noble,
not absorbed in the
hurry of moderns –
not clamoring for my
next fix – let my fix
be you, the real you
desert-tan & calloused feet
from walking miles &
healing wretches like me
(Photo by Robert Thiemann on Unsplash)
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The Center of Things (a poem)
i’ve always admired monasteries
monks cloistered from total noise
alone with demons
swimming in silence & striving
for divine union that no one
can name, but only point
to, the center of things,
the seat of the soul
(Photo by Josh Couch on Unsplash)
