Poetry

The Worship I Offer

The worship I offer is holding this pet,
Beholding that flower,
And dancing Your music in lonely lost hour.

The worship I offer is standing alone
And not taking comfort
That others might own -

From limited gods who don’t have a way

Of saving all things
That have stories to say.

The worship I offer at end of my life

May die with me silent
In empty dark night.

But the worship I offer

Is so much a part
Of the cloth of my soul, the width of my heart.


PERSPECTIVE

If then we find the starry sky
A giant dot-to-dot self-portrait
Of the face of God,
We will know
How too small perspective
Had always limited our vision
Of both Reality and Humor.                      


Sunshine Law

Like seeds of my flowers                        
There's so much inside me
But I need the light to grow.

The light of your presence                      
Illumines my darkness
In caverns where treasures are stowed.

Who knows how it got there                      
Through eons and struggles,
But I cannot find it alone.

As You shine upon me                            
I see my own beauty
How could I not know it was there?

Silks, scents, jewels and creatures
Lift out of the places
Strange forces had buried
Red wine, ancient cask.

The light of Your presence illumines my darkness
my courage and vision
Come to me through You.                         

Now I know that others will come to my cavern
And shine special light all their own;
But Yours was the first
That showed me first beauty
And started best journey toward home.

HOPE                               
I worship who I hope is there-                  
The God of speaking leaves and flowers
The God who called me as a child
And calls me still, through painful hours.

I praise the God who may not be         
A God no man has told me of-
The only One my mind can touch -
The only One my heart can love.   

That He is even there, I doubt,
But I can never sell for less,
Since I have sung His strange, sweet song,
And touched the hem of His Great Dress.

So I may die and only be
Part of the dust that speaks to me.
But I have dreamt a dream so sweet,
My only comfort, lest we meet.


I Want to Knit Stars

I want to knit stars and galaxies,
Tell bedtime stories to lost spirits,
And change from lightning that
Illumines strange planets
Into rain that nurtures them;
Exchange minds and hearts with all
That exists, and know their complete being and
Experience.

Anything less feels not enough;

Feels like nothing at all,
In comparison to what I long for.

So I go to work in the morning

And come home in the evening
With little that feels real in between
And wonder why-

I long to knit stars.


LOST

If there are lost and wandering
Spirits
Causing pain because of their own
Anguish
And belief that they are forever lost,
What would happen if we told them
The story has a perfect ending,

That included them?         

The Stone

Have you seen a stone from the river,
Smooth as satin or wind,
That comes from the endless watery turmoil,
Worn from cascading with like-formed friends?

Do you know I'm a stone from the river?
Can you feel and touch my soul?
It is rubbed smooth and lovely by all I have been,
Tho' your eyes might see me as ugly or old.             

Close your eyes, abandon their judgement.
Hear my voice with my dreams still bright-new.
I will let you touch my beauty
With your ripples of destiny too.      

Why Are You So Silent?

Why are You so silent with hungry hearts all starving?
So, looking for the Truth – in all the empty places that You provide instead.
Empty places, when You hold the cup that’s running over just out of our reach.

How can You hold it back from all the dying, weeping children?

Can’t You at least give the Clear Hope, if not yet the Deliverance?

Can’t You tell them why they suffer if the answer and the healing yet must be delayed?

Are we the Fallen Angels who must pay the “final farthing” of what You made our Role in Your play,

With final happy ending that your Character and Story must demand:

Love and Joy for all that you created and ordained.