The New Day

Sunset before new years eve 2011

As the old year slinks away into the night,
I will throw my shoes at its shadow.
Shaking the dusty months from my clothes,
I will wear my cap and shirt inside out
So the old minutes and seconds can’t cling
Like a bad smell.
I will salt the earth where the previous days
Stretched on and on,
Assuring they will not
Follow me into the new year.
When the New Years Eve bonfire is burning,
I will gather the bitter herbs
And walk counter clock wise into the previous moments,
Casting the hated bouquet into the flame
Leaving its acrid taste behind
With the smell of its grief and sorrow.

Only then will I wreath my head with four leaf clovers,
Fill my pockets with new pennies
And my trunks with rabbit’s feet and horseshoes
And walk bravely into the coming year.
Head held high and with cheerful optimism,
I will greet the new day.

** an old poem but always a good reminder to leave the past in the past and move into the new year with hope and positive expectations.
I will if you will!
Happy New Year, my friend. May it be filled with wonder and delight.

a resolution

Winter Field

I am somewhat at loose ends
having decided to let God be God
and stop trying to keep gravity in place-
it was so tiring after all.

So now with so much time on my hands
I have taken up sitting and thinking,
letting the world flow thru my hands
resolving itself into the distant horizon
and the flight of starlings.

It will take some time for the tension
to release in my hands and shoulders-
time enough to re-learn to hold you,
to break open my heart
and make room in the inn.

an invitation

Cardinal in the Snow

“Into this world,
this demented inn,
where there is absolutely no room for him at all,
Christ comes,
uninvited.”
— Thomas Merton

Turning off the news
(Suffering world)
I walk down the path to the waters edge
(Despairing angels weep at every fence post)
The cold wind whips the water into a froth against the gray stony bank
(Where is He in all of this?)
Autumns landscape has changed to winter
(Pray for us now)
The world, hard and cold, in its fallow season
(And at the hour of our death)
I toss pieces of bread to the small wild ducks
(Peace be with you)
As they sail away,
(and also with you)
I turn toward home.

angel of womb and wonder

Angel of Miraculous Appearance

That gestational moment,
seems we are always in it,
the fomenting of creation
for that which may be possible-
world, nature, being,
ideas, motivations, meanings-
enough to fill our waiting arms.

And now a babe-
a small being achieves that which seems impossible.
Springing into newness,
Here, Look, Hold-
an incarnation of love and spirit
worthy of worship and laughter and wonder.

We hold all of creation in our arms.

*** in honor of our new great nephew, born just this morning, 12/24/2017. Welcome to the world, KJ!

joy

Twelve Days of Angels Day Two

Joy leapt up
Like a hare in the meadow
Like a quail on the wing
Like a fish in the sea.

Joy leapt up
And ran and jumped and skipped
And fell into my lap.

Joy said
Did you see it?
A song bright as a candle.
A light sweet as a song.
A star strong as a heartbeat.

Joy leapt up
And twirled about the room
About the earth
About the sky

Joy leapt up
From a promise
From a Word
From a womb.

Joy leapt up!

— This is a poem written many years ago and I love to share it each Christmas season – may you and yours be surrounded by joy every day. K