Author Archives: Ken Greenman

Every seventh sundown we are sent a hint of heaven. It’s all we get for now. It must suffice. A weekly Spirit shower. A blessing. Gods gift in a mitzvah made manifest in the movement of a clock, in its … Continue reading →

The difference begins at sundown, when holiness arrives. Not as some theologians construct, but as a God-created-reality. A creation in itself, where, when we walk, we walk submerged in the sacred, not in a thought, rather with tactile sensation. The … Continue reading →

How many billion prayers rise to God’s ears, every day, years after years! It doesn’t matter to what Name they’re prayed. All the Names God has chosen to be called are Holy, so God still gets them all! Imagine! All … Continue reading →

I admire that you lick your finger to get the last of the lint from the dryer-filter when the clothes are all warm and ready. I enjoy the way you lick your fingers to clean the chocolate frosting from them … Continue reading →

The old hymn says, “We have an anchor… anchored to the Rock which shall not move…” Well, yes, surity is comforting and needed, until it’s not. Until we dream of slipping our mouring, setting out to sea to see how … Continue reading →

A pleasant realizing arising about aging: I can be more and more entertained by less and less! A breakfast bowl filled with Cheerios and fruit: Two bananas, sliced / Six strawberries, halved / Five black berries / Five spoon full … Continue reading →

A suddenly grown noisy world. The wind a steady humming. The chimes a constant song. That construction crew, two streets down: Power saws, nail guns, 2X4’s banging together, Latin music from an ancient Boom-Box. A single engine Cessna over head, … Continue reading →

(offensive word used here by one of the characters. sorry.) It was just a spring walk in the dogwood and cherry in a wood alongside a dirt road off another. I came upon a ramshackle shack. An old man sat … Continue reading →

Me and my comrade in a fox hole. Not exactly hearts and flowers. Not first date jitters. Not “Congratulations !!” on your new baby…. on the new home…. But appropriate for our years. The unwinable last battle lingering on the … Continue reading →

I-need-a-poem. I-need-a-poem. I need a poem right now. Where-is-my-muse? Where-is-my-muse? I couldreally use my muse! Ah!-Here-she-comes! She’s-very-near. Her breathe is in my ear! Yes!-Yes!-Yes!-Yes! She-turns-me-on! And now my poem is done! It’s-5-A-M! Here-comes-the-sun! I’m going back to bed. In-spir-a-tion is-lots-of-fun … Continue reading →