Thursday, February 22, 2018

note to evergreen, part 2.

every so often i'll go back and read the words you wrote for me back when we were both young and afraid and thought we loved each other you have found your one and only and she does what i could not in my ignorance do: she loves you and not just the ghost of you that i knew through letters and sound waves she loves the man and not the god that i adored back then in my more difficult days i wonder if my solitude is punishment for my previous idolatries, for my burning incense at aphrodite's altar but then i remember that all is gift and all is grace and that maybe it is not given to us to understand our lives but to instead lay them down

Saturday, April 28, 2012

waiting is the war

forgive me if i’m a bit shaky
it’s just that I’m waiting for the rest of myself
to catch up with my thoughts
and the waiting is the war that has me losing blood

all my words are just bricks in the berlin wall
so i’ll stand in the awkward silence
while you tear away at them to let freedom in


what strange god is this that
beckons us out into the desert to die
out of the comfort of our bondage

and keeps giving and giving
though we keep mistaking him for
our own complaining lips

we cannot rest, we cannot be still
oh, children, hear his voice
because we heard and are still deaf

the blood keeps rising on our hands
the smoke keeps rising from the tent
maybe some day we will be redeemed

and enter into the land of our enemies


sons of adam, daughters of eve
dust turned black and hard with drought
ashen with destruction’s fire

behold, the Maker plants a garden
His back plowed with deep furrows
our thorns upon His holy brow

we have sat fallow in the waiting
He the sower now plants His seed
opens up our earthen hands

to receive His rain, receive His sun
we shall be a harvest rising from the ground
at the end there shall be jubilee

the resurrection and life everlasting

oh mama mary, we’ve been waiting
for your boy to come so long
and i know you are, too
your bones long lying in the grave

john laid them down after
loving you like a son
and then wrote about his Master’s
coming back to raise them up

to earth’s womb we all must go
though we have already been born again
we will be reborn and reborn every day
until that great morning

oh, but mama mary, i will not ask you to pray for us
there’s too much on your mind
so i’ll pray along with you–
peace. peace. peace.