Thursday, February 11, 2016

Evening Prayer

Wind stirs in expectation
softly strokes my face.

The March sun reassures
warms pale flesh
through layers of thick sweater
and winter coat.

Under indigo hills
new grass flows,
yellow and green,

as past distant ranges,
to the sky-bright, rounded sea
it flees and sends
a gift of clouds,
in glory.

Peace to the grass of the fields!
to dark hills and drifting clouds,
and to the sacrificial sun

(21 March 2014)

Wednesday, February 10, 2016


"Sunrise is an event that calls forth solemn music in the very depths of man's nature, as if one's whole being has to attune itself to the cosmos and praise God for the new day, praise Him in the name of all the creatures that ever were or ever will be."  Thomas Merton, Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander

Oh call me softly
in the morning!

With winter's sun
paint golden
the pale trees.

In deep waters,
in cool ponds brush my 
legs, caress
my tender feet.

Your breath flies
through the green 

With tongues
of flame
oh, ravish me!

(11 March 2013)

Tuesday, February 9, 2016


sometimes in mass
as sacred songs
wash over me like rain,

I break free
and drift
into memory,

and again you rise,
your tears flow
as tears fill my eyes,
your dying breath
good bye;

after so many years,
the knife still cuts
again, and

(20 May 2015)