Thanks and giving honor Ayyam-i-Ha, the days of five, as sure as stepping stones in a stream;
~~moments rising above time like waves that sing from a stirring string;
Moments as remembered as wishes hushed from lovers’ call to whispered calm,
~~as momentous as wonder grown from child’s quest to grown-up’s testament;
And we, on calendar’s bridge, in the night of the year, stand, suspended between stars in the timelessness beyond and those in the water below,
~~as though we are gifts exchanged between them.
2/27/09
2/21/09
Psalm 25
2/12/09
Psalm 24
A man in prayer is as quiet as the wind when the wind is quiet,
its breezy breath struggled still;
~~a limb in praise is as quick as the wind when the wind is quickened,
bending bough into bow, branch bowing low,
bridged to fit a higher will.
its breezy breath struggled still;
~~a limb in praise is as quick as the wind when the wind is quickened,
bending bough into bow, branch bowing low,
bridged to fit a higher will.
1/31/09
Psalm 23 (narcissus)
I will draw myself a basin;
~~I will pour myself pure water like a stream that starts towards the ocean.
And a river will fall over my eyes, mist as fresh as forgiveness, rain as sweet as reunion;
~~a river will flow into my cupped hand, the soul of youth in a pool of beauty.
Yes, I will prepare, before the Blessed Beauty, ablutions for prayer, reflection of His will, echo of His desire;
~~I will offer myself, prepared by water, like a ready shoot cut in its flower.
~~I will pour myself pure water like a stream that starts towards the ocean.
And a river will fall over my eyes, mist as fresh as forgiveness, rain as sweet as reunion;
~~a river will flow into my cupped hand, the soul of youth in a pool of beauty.
Yes, I will prepare, before the Blessed Beauty, ablutions for prayer, reflection of His will, echo of His desire;
~~I will offer myself, prepared by water, like a ready shoot cut in its flower.

1/25/09
Psalm 22 (an acrostic)
Perfect Word is of the Lord:
Scripture belongs to Him alone;
Although, the poet longs to praise.
Love allows the call a stumbling cub can hear;
Mercy is found in the name of this prayer.
Scripture belongs to Him alone;
Although, the poet longs to praise.
Love allows the call a stumbling cub can hear;
Mercy is found in the name of this prayer.
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