Thursday, February 20, 2014

Old Wounds



OLD WOUNDS


Old scars if rubbed
Will scab and bleed;
Old aches return
With pressure.
A wounded heart
Of anger freed
Heals and breaks
In equal measure

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Snow Day



Snow Day


Again, the call disturbing fitful sleep.
The ground, the whole world,
White and swirling.
The children, swaddled, nestled, snug,
Turn in dreams,
Their math the geometry of crystals,
Their compositions written in the sky.





Sunday, February 2, 2014

Honk If You Love Jesus




Honk  if you love Jesus

From Heaven, it might sound 
like bleating sheep;

Up close, a gaggle of geese,
warning one another.

Right here, it is the horns 
of locking cars, testifying

that we store up earthly treasures 
against the dangers of church parking.