produce

July 7, 2009 - Leave a Response

beside the trees, i stood

holding the first ripe tomato

it sprang from the soil i watered.

I felt gratitude I could not express.

I hung a string of bright flags to honor the day.

I nearly crushed the tomato in my proud palms.

as I thanked God.

I am rich…

I am full…

my cup overflows

I hold a tomato.

all the ruckus

June 24, 2009 - Leave a Response

(there are nests in the tree beside one window in this house…. the birdsongs take me through the mornings…)

unlike any other morning

May 22, 2009 - Leave a Response

this morning, unlike any other morning,

i feel 

happy.

not that the other mornings are not happy…

don’t you see,

this happy comes from the understanding that we are growing closer every day…

and we know eachother this morning

in a way that is

unlike any other morning

the womb as a word picture

April 26, 2009 - One Response

my thoughts recently on love and religion:

Religion in the womb of love:

when religion exists and, in a sense, becomes

inside the womb of love

then religion is constantly filtered through and nourished by love…

then and only then is ones religion a by-product of Love

and Love is the only foundation that cannot be reckoned with…

when love grows and takes its shape

in the womb of religion

then our love is filtered through

and nourished by

religion.

our love is then only a by-product of religiosity….

and our religion is fallible.

i hope to have a religion that is a by-product of love….

God is love and he speaks through our hearts

He is only capable of speaking through our religion when it is encompassed, filled with, breathing, bleeding…

completely of and a partaking in

love.

throughout

April 16, 2009 - Leave a Response

stems

vines

saplings

grow through out

your

head

is a forest

but your home is a town

we mourn

April 16, 2009 - Leave a Response

we mourn our friend…

even greater still we mourn because of  injustice…

(it is the menace that makes able minded men feel useless)

goodbye

April 14, 2009 - Leave a Response

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a glass lifted forever to you, my friend.

out of my hands

April 9, 2009 - Leave a Response

it was a weight

but it was the mission…

it was the joy and the survival and the hope…

it was a weight

but only the weight of water

being carried home

from a well.

…and when it is gone i will feel both elated

and without….

you are

April 8, 2009 - One Response

where was i yesterday?

i missed your day of glory

you must have been something… all that blood on your hands.

you are

just a schoolyard champion.

old sea

April 2, 2009 - Leave a Response

(your eyes will always remind me of an old sea)

we have long left our neighborhood…

i could have passed you on the street between 8:30 and 9 this morning…

would you have known me?

i have birds on my body and weather behind my eyes…

does your hair touch your shoulders?

are your hands still folded nervously at your thighs?

as if you have been sitting in that dark corner all of these years…

all of these years that over turned us.

(your eyes will always remind me of an old sea)

and squalor.