Saturday, November 15, 2014






Anyone of us can turn water into wine, it simply takes a little time.......the message, and the miracle in the water and the wine is the time, not the wine.......Jesus transcended the time.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

A Summer Sky






A Summer Sky


The grass rustles
And the lizards bask,
By broken columns, 
Once pulsing with the
Traffic of busy men;
Time, after time,
Has come and gone;
And the place that
Knew them once,
Knows them no more:
Breath leaves no wrinkles
On the face
Of the summer sky;
Orion still hangs
His glittering sword;
And the Horses yet
Weave their mystic braids;
For the hand is laid
Gently upon the man,
And a word
Of promise to the ear:
Breaking it to the hope,
In the mountain mists,
And the deep places
Of the earth;
Till they were dead or vanished,
That sought its life.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Words






Words, just words;
Yet their very being
Cries of contact:
Deep, in the heart,
Symbolic events give
Imperishable meaning;
A long way here,
Illuminated by the
Pale light of a
Waning moon;
There, darkly shadowed
By a massive wall,
The pause of withdrawal
In the garden, only
To be pierced by a
Mysterious agony;
Like flaming torches
And the tread
Of many feet,
I hear a hurried mockery
Sickening into despair;
Their setting makes them
Vivid, and unforgettable,
Giving them an added
Urgency; as if something
Of the anguish was wrung
From praying lips, still
Clinging To my speech.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Entangled






Each experience,
As it goes;
Leaves its sediment
Within the soul:
An image,
Whose impression
Has ceased;
Lingering,
Like a ghost
Of what we were;
Or a loved one,
So long since
Passed away.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

17: 15






A Light shines
Through the
Revolving years:
Mists of time,
To be won, only
When they have passed.
It is a present experience;
Immediate, or rather,
A thing unspoken in
The expressions of time;
A waking sight of God;
Seems more transformation,
Than dream, or vision.

Monday, June 16, 2014

Breezes of Autumn






Breezes of autumn
Touch weary lives;
We realize in the heart,
What we nurture
In the sacrifice:
Suspected, in a quest,
That no man gives;
We all, in some way,
Understand at once,
The nature of things
Waning among us.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Reverie






Each life around us
Is a Word of God:
A special muse
And reverie,
Realized in flesh.......
A word, if you will,
Transformed into the
Unheard voice of life;
Waiting, for an
Incarnation.