Prosperity from the Mountain

The other day, I came across a curious prayer from King Solomon the Wise, many years ago. This strange phrase, “Let the mountains bear prosperity for the people” has been stuck in my head like a good hook from a song. Today I took a few minutes and sat with that phrase. This is what…

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who shall reach into the mind of the divine to reveal hidden mysteries who is it that takes mirth for wisdom who is it that speaks in riddles? you are full of surprises, o word of the mighty one.

On Work and Fear: A Poem

fearless and fearful the day’s work lies before unsullied, shapeless, a void of possibilities. what will come of the brow’s sweat, what will the earth produce? and will it be today? some plunge ahead unafraid–or is it unawake– automatons unfeeling, cold as stone. is it for self-deception or for confidence’s sake can a heart be…

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Once Innocence Was.

Once the world was a field of play; possibility blossomed effortless and abundant. Joy was ripe for the picking. Once friends laughed together, unhindered; happiness, the most basic of Adam’s race. Game and work were interchangeable. Once innocence birthed imagination; anything “could be,” “would be,” nothing “should be.” Innocence was. Once rule of law was…

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Play, the Sacred Revolution: A Poem

Begun out of excessive joy, invented out of Freedom’s imagination, let me dream once again as a boy. Let my highest ambition be “fun.” Though the world’s not as it should be, and suffering fills my cup, still let my heart be free. Still let my eyes look up. As a child sees possibilities of…

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Spring’s Promise: A Poem

        Sun bursts through the backyard; welcomed back like a long-lost friend. Pinks, violets, yellows, greens; fill up what was once only grey. Who can resist reveling in sun-drenched days? The earth itself comes–all at once–to life. Mark this, O soul, prone to doubt! Remember today, the brilliance of blue skies! Write…

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Hope and Dry Bones: A Poem

Today marks the first day of National Poetry Month. And as part of that celebration and as part of an experiment in different genres, I want to offer some of my own poetry this month. I hope you enjoy!     Hope has a first cousin– or is it a twin– or is it a doppelganger?…