Sometimes
though heart be breaking
and eyes be leaking
though stomach be churning
and soul be aching
farewell is the best,
the only,
thing to say.
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Farewell
Choices
Every choice
involves a cost.
Each word said
means others go unspoken.
Every yes,
brings many nos.
Every road taken,
leaves others unknown.
Every opportunity seized,
excludes so many possibilities.
Every gain,
brings much loss.
I will never know
what my choices
led me to miss.
I can never measure
if what I did is worth
what went undone.
But sometimes,
I am filled with wonder.
After
Mary,
did you sleep . . .
could you eat?
After.
After
betrayal
arrest
desertion
denial.
Did you wander in a daze,
heart and spirit aching,
events a blurry haze?
After
trial
humiliation
torture
crucifixion.
Did you shed hot tears,
rage in despair,
struggle with deep fears?
After
he thirsted
he forgave
he commended his spirit to God
it was finished.
Did you sleep . . .
could you eat?
After.
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Did Micah know?
Micah, did you know –
in order to
love kindness,
do justice,
walk humbly with God,
we have to
face evil unspeakable,
confront horror unfathomable,
carry pain unbearable?
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Only
Only by confronting the evil,
however monstrous,
however banal;
only by facing the horror,
however terrifying,
however agonizing;
only by feeling the pain,
however shallow,
however deep;
only by remembering the act,
however shocking,
however shameful;
only by acknowledging the loss,
however great,
however small;
only then
can grace
break through.
18 April 2011
Shire on the Hudson
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Morning, Menaul Avenue NE
As the sun climbs
the eastern side of the Sandias
illuminating the morning stillness,
cameras in hand,
they descend steel rungs
into a concrete arroyo
to photograph,
to document
shopping carts
pushed into,
washed into,
the arroyo bottom
left upturned, abandoned;
birds stop upon a telephone wire
to watch
and wander
and ponder dreams.
22 August 2010
Albuquerque, NM
Life
Into the crack
between pavement slabs
tender, tenacious, green tendrils
patiently, persistently push
emerging to burst
into glorious purple and gold.
22 August 2010
Albuquerque, NM
Without knowing
Without knowing
We host angels
Without knowing
We visit angels
Without knowing
We encounter angels
Without knowing
We journey with angels
Without knowing
We share life with angels
As we host
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May our knowing grow
Along the Graybeard Trail 