Reruns
January 16, 2021 by at 3:33 pm
November 17, 2020 by at 9:47 am
becoming myself
could actually happen
i believe it could
on a rainy day
as leaves fall and paste themselves
to pavements and feet
walking familiar
paths to places known too well
shod in shoes worn out
if i were a rich man
counting money like syllables
then maybe i could rest
in increasing luxury
like a poem forming line by line
instead of worrying time
but i am more like
a haiku stanza falling
into line with you
and wishing i could
become myself with vengeance
and take you with me
Murmuration
September 20, 2020 by at 11:19 am
My dad gave me
June 21, 2020 by at 8:10 am
My dad gave me
The history
Of future things
That he could see
And when I saw
The fatal flaw
He showed how mercy
Breaks the law
My mom and I
May 10, 2020 by at 11:23 am
My mom and I
Flew through the sky
Towards the sun
On wings of why
We circled high
And in her eye
Some kindness answered
To my cry
‘… Still With You.’
April 12, 2020 by at 12:00 am
From the Armadio degli Argenti of Blessed John of Fiesole, OP (Fra Angelico), c. 1450
‘… I rose up and am still with you.’
‘Let Him Not Lose What He So Dear Hath Bought.’
April 10, 2020 by at 3:00 pm
From Cell 25 of the Convent of San Marco, by Blessed John of Fiesole, OP (Fra Angelico), 15th Century
Think on the very làmentable pain,
Think on the piteous cross of woeful Christ,
Think on His blood beat out at every vein,
Think on His precious heart carvèd in twain,
Think how for thy redemption all was wrought:
Let Him not lose what He so dear hath bought.
–Pico della Mirandola (translated by St Thomas More)
‘… Wounded for Our Iniquities …’
April 10, 2020 by at 12:00 pm
From the Armadio degli Argenti of Blessed John of Fiesole, OP (Fra Angelico), c. 1450
‘… he was wounded for our iniquities, he was bruised for our sins….‘
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