Sunday, October 30, 2016

Sunset on All Soul's Day

Sunset glows
over sharp, dark ridges

rich with vermilion
and ruddy blush

as gathered souls stretch
incarnadine fingers

in clouds sweeping  down
blessing bleak coastal hills.

For their love arises
from the raw, bleeding sun,

their golden breaths
into pure, lucid song.

(1 Nov 2011)


"God, we have no idea where we are going. We do not 
see the road ahead of us. We cannot know for certain 

where it will end. Nor do we really know ourselves, 

and the fact that we think we are following your will 

does not mean that we are actually doing so.  

But we believe that the desire to please you does in fact
please you."  Thomas Merton


As I walk through winter's mist
I cannot see ahead or even know 
if the jaded sun will break through 
and guide me back home to you.

But I must not wait for certain light; 
I must go on through my dark fears,
bitter tears, failing sight,

for your gentle, wordless song 
nudges me always forward, urges me 
ever on.

(2 Nov. 2013)

Prayer for All Souls Day

Oh fill me with your
sacred fire.
I long to rise from

this moldering pyre, 
but I'm trapped
beneath the dying sun.  

Your love
is just beyond my reach, 
and sight fails  
as I falter 
and back 
to basic earth

O, lift me
with your mighty hand
and once again
I'll live.

(1 Nov. 2013)

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Storm Clouds in October

torn, and twisted
they fill the sky
with the slow motion
of gods.

Scraping hills
rising past the dry heights
they promise rain
and new life.

(25 Oct. 2016)

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

The Feast of St. Francis

Sisters of St. Francis of the Neuman Community
from "Canticle of the Sun," by St. Francis of Assisi: "Be praised, my Lord, through Brothers Wind and Air, and clouds and storms, and all the weather, through which you give your creatures sustenance."

Bird-song rises 
in clear, liquid waves

as golden leaves arc

to the ground.

Heavy gold

must fall.

October heat

gives way 
to winter rain

yet inevitably life flows 

like the breeze
rising from the broad sea
to the high Sierra;

grey clouds rise

and heavy snow falls.

All the living waters

give praise.