Ruin Pubs (a poem)

“Ruin pubs are

Places where you

Drink in a tub”

They said to me

I see them as

Places where fresh

Color comes back

Christmas lights glow

Fiddles strike up

Laughter returns

And the Spirit says,

“Behold, I am making all things new”

Curtains

A curtain keeps the neighbors out
And keeps my sleeping darkness in
Or rather keeps the morning out
And keeps me, lonely, in
A curtain kept the west at bay
And comrades in in East Berlin
A curtain held the people back
And kept the ark from sin
But one man hated curtains
And said, “Let all men tear
My flesh,” when he was lifted up
The curtains fell, with him they tore

Theology II

Why should his actions overshadow me?
Oh, Adam! Is it true? I say it is
Absurd, unfair that his due mine should be
When choice and execution both were his
His verdict is now written o’er my own
Of it I’ll never, no way ‘gain be rid
Now his condition in my chest has grown
I look and sound and act just like he did
And now, his nature mine, I find that I
Don’t want to—more so, I no longer can—
Be me, not him, nor would I want to try
Behold! An equal shock, a second man!
Why should his actions overshadow me?
Absurd, unfair that his due mine should be

Why should his actions overshadow me?
Oh, Adam! Is it true? I say it is
Absurd, unfair that his due mine should be
When choice and execution both were his
His verdict is now written o’er my own
Of it I’ll never, no way ‘gain be rid
Now his condition in my chest has grown
I look and sound and act just like he did
And now, his nature mine, I find that I
Don’t want to—more so, I no longer can—
Be me, not him, nor would I want to try
Behold! An equal shock, a second man!
Why should his actions overshadow me?
Absurd, unfair that his due mine should be

Dawn

With nothing but a day to fill, I cycled to the shore
Alone, I ventured further than I’d ever gone before
The town still dead, I rose, embarked, not knowing what I’d find
Or whether there’d be anything worth leaving else behind
I, skidding, stopped at each fog field, to pin for show and tell
And having seen, I weighed return, pride sated, self-impressed
But stray rays piqued through the smoky swells
So on I spun, half-caught–half-not–by vernal interest
I gasped when round the bend I turned:
The sea, eclipsed by he in heaven perched!
My dreams now underfoot, I yearned
To, waking, touch the face too bright to search
As I returned I saw I’d judged it wrong:
The shroud burned off now crimson painted lawns
Was all my road so lively all along?
Is all so right, so lovely as this dawn?

The Crown

The Crown

Splitting tender scalp from skull
long spikes forced down to make their full
effect. What was alive this morning,
pulled and wrapped round without warning,
the branch created for protection,
men twisted, plotting insurrection.
They bound the King and claimed his breath,
He gave it, wearing crown of death.

They missed the cast of Heav’n, involved;
Christ triumphed, torn, but spirit resolved!
Death’s vine incinerated,
the Victor’s now venerated.
This all for their sake, who wove the crown,
who spit and scorned, who pressed it down,
one defeated, pain and strife,
the other won, the crown of life.

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Leaving

Image

Leaving

We’ve stupid strong noses
from holding back sneezes
and stifling tears
How silly we sound
saying “sorry” for making a scene
when all we’ve ever longed for
was meaning
Leaving home for the very first time
walking out for the last
these are the long hug moments
when your tears reassure me
that part of you will be empty
because I matter
These are the slowly turning moments
when we finally find
we don’t have to wait
’til it’s just like the movies,
’cause the movies dream of being this
Actors envision
and writers recall
their first real leaving
when they found they’d been living
the tale they’d been seeking
and let the tears come and go freely.

Stauros

Stauros

Behold God, the world’s Lord
From old giving the Word
Gath’ring glory glob’lly
Granting grace to go free
He saves, gallant’, the damned
He soothes, gently, torn man
Behold God, the world’s Lamb 

Omnipotence

Omnipotence

A wispy dandelion seed aloft,
Two twirls, a dip, and rising up again,
Now tossed in tempest–at dawn laid down soft’
There placed by hands Divine. The same the rain
And currents writhing, tides, they smother coasts,
While lumb’ring waves of atoms trek
Across the blue. The deeps boast
In vain. Almighty moves them all. A speck
Afloat upon the pet, the sea’s wee flea.
And piloting the pest, a man alone.
The rudder snaps and suddenly he sees
The might of God far dwarfs what has been shown.
No good has come apart from Him and hence
We think in awe on His omnipotence.