Thursday, April 29, 2021
Tuesday, April 20, 2021
Spring Prayer {A Poem}
God of the wildflowers,
I worship You.
Profligate sower of beauty
In unexpected fields of pink and white,
In a cluster of purple iris peeking
Royal heads our from the underbrush,
In flashes of perfume lavished on wild honeysuckle vines
Scampering up tree, over bridge,
Like a schoolboy at recess--
I give You praise.
Forgive my disbelief
That You,
God of the wildflowers,
Would be any less generous
With me.
Let Your bright gaze
Open my heart
And affections
Like morning glories.
Monday, April 12, 2021
Creation's Song (a poem)
Sunday, April 4, 2021
On Visiting the Arboretum After a Year at Home {A Poem}
On Visiting the Arboretum After a Year at Home
Splendiferous superfluity
Of shades and shapes
Staggered starved, sequestered senses,
As if stained glass shattered,
Shards sinking roots into soil,
Springing up in life
Is this how Dorothy felt,
Opening a storm-tossed
Kansas farmhouse door
Into the Technicolor world
Over the rainbow?
Or the Sunday morning mourners
Dropping the weight of embalming herbs,
Dropping the weight of their worries—
"Who will roll away the stone"—
Dropping the weight of their weeping—
"They have taken my Lord away"—
To run on lightened feet
Through lightening day
To the disciples—
"I have seen the Lord!"
Crlm, 3/28/21