Category Archives: Poems

Our Mother-Father-God in Heaven and on earth and in our lives and in my life, all the Names You have chosen to be called are Holy. Your Kingdom is coming and is already here, in us! Your Will is being … Continue reading →

Power doth not corrupt. Rather it “reveals” the already present corruption in the soul – Hidden but for hints in the heart. Intuited, but not confirmed. Fetal, not yet full term. Then it acerbates it – (In History, frequently in … Continue reading →

Oh! How we know the songs and the bands! Two notes into “WILD THING!” we all shout together, “You make my heart sing!” (or was it “ring”?) with arms swaying, hands waving…. Remember the dances? The kisses, (when we weren’t … Continue reading →

I eye-witnessed a murder this morning. Brutal, savage in its cruelty! Horrible! The heron hunting the pond, while box turtles rest on the banks in the warming sun. Gray squirrels, for fun, chasing each other along the shore line, swapping … Continue reading →

The undeniable realities: We are. (somehow or another) We are here. (somehow or another) There is a sun…and it moves! (somehow or another) There is a sea…and it moves! (somehow or another) and so we move with the movement of … Continue reading →

The Pennsylvania pastor, his Union Army service ended by an errant Confederate bullet in his leg rejoins his congregation of “Onward Christian Soldiers”, preaching to them in the little brown church in the wildwood, soon after the three day horror … Continue reading →

The lovely Israeli archeologist, her sabras skin shinning in the desert sun. She kneels beneath the canopy while she works. With her tooth brush in her right hand, her little whisk broom in her left, she sweeps between the stones, … Continue reading →

An accidental result of my premature birth, my sightless right eye left me with some… difficulties, but none insurmountable. So, I stumbled on through early childhood, bumping into corner walls on my right side, knocking over multiple glasses of milk … Continue reading →

First, Max, in the turmoil of a roiling Russian Revolution (The power of an unstoppable hope smashing into the bulk of an immovable Czar) offered his angry, minuscule contribution: an errant pistol shot, missing the local commissar by a whisker. … Continue reading →

Self Authenticating Truth (so one might hope) should be undeniable. A light from which the doubter can never escape. As a felon hidden in the dark cave hiding from the rays of a torch in the bounty hunters hand, the … Continue reading →