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Ordinary Sadness
I am grateful for the rain
On this dry patch of earth
I know the difference between
Accidents and miracles
And wish to thank
The God of ordinary sadness
Who sits next to me
on the sinking-in-the-middle
Patched-with-a-heart
-on-the-back
$35 couch
Willing to abide in the center
Of my vertiginous grief
He says
Take courage
It is I
Do not be afraid
We are fire
I see him addressing
An undiluted crowd–
You are the light of the world
We are?
Sheep, maybe
Or chicken (I know my coward heart)
But surely not light
Too strong, too bright, too burning
We must burn on
This Mount of Olives
This Garden of Gethesmane
This history and geography of light poured out in the crushing weight
Upon olives rendering
Oil and salt rubbed on the skin of the newborn child
Anointing a king
The King
Of light
Who holds
Each burning
Coil of a star,
The core of fire within each churning planet
Our ordinary souls
In the palms of his stretched-wide
Hands
Maybe Splendor
Maybe splendor
Is a girl
Rowing her younger brother to the
Far shore
She tells him she he will be
A cowboy there
He asks her how he can be
Without a hat
She tells him
you will make one
From the twigs and branches
And leaves there
And you will have a cow you will name Horse and another named Ted or Fred, he said
Yes.
She says, and a chicken…now get your clothes and race me up the hill.
A chicken named
Get-your-clothes-and-race-me-up-the-hill,
A Metaphor for You
You were the one
To tell me all the others did it too
With a percentage
A statistic
Because it is the way you roll
50% percent, eh?
Half of all you knew.
I took the statistic to the source
Never got an answer.
Not surprised…
Inclined to believe they, like you
Would tell the students
And hell, eat your broccoli as well
As the water rises around us
To the end.
Monuments in the water
Go back
Go back to the place you lost
Your courage
The battle
The war with fear
People were never intended
to walk on water/
Raise the dead
It requires things of us
We do not possess
Gravity
A voice to calm the storm
And turn ghosts into this
Man who calms the sea
Community College
You used to stand
In the doorway of winter
Receiving the Russian men
With their flowers and words of love
As transparent as their motives
Never letting on
You were a sucker
For their swarthy accents and abundant facial hair
But not that much
That you would fail
To mark each hour of rising light
Not yet
The full Twelve
He speaks of so casually
Before dark.
Unsay Me
Unsay me
Uncall my name
Unbraid this coil of hair
Unspeak these things
Unspell these words
Untie this knot
Unhand me, fear
Unbreakable Love
Unquenchable fire
Undo this curse
Under this tree
Unbearable pain
You spoke for me.
You Draw Love
You draw love
As you drink
Like a bored housewife beside her
Rotary phone
Judicious sips
When you should
Gulp…
Deep well, girl
This is a deep well
Look down into history
Up, into the face of God
But you are right
About cliches–
playing with fire…
Springs eternal
In the end only He will draw love
With his right hand
And we will hold ours out in supplication
For living water
I Have Lost You.
I would have written this as a letter
I would have used the proper
Format:
Dear You,
Only…
That is the point
Dear you, not me
Not God Himself, quite real
Your appetite for bacon
Recalls to me the reason
Why?
We are not family anymore
Friends with the devil
Need to count the flies
Attending him
I speak the oblique
Because you have a right to be angry
We all do
But only on the pallet in hell
we lie down…
So close to Jesus.
Carrying Light 