I watch the flames
consume the historic cathedral
and wander thru the sanctuaries
of all those churches in my past,
the color of the walls, the velvet cushions,
worn wooden pews,
the cross or crucifix or
baptism pool behind the Madonna blue curtain.
Jesus walked into the room
and in his fury, turned the tables.
He cursed the fig tree til it withered,
The spire falls, its cross held high till
consumed in destruction and purifying flame.
He foresaw the destruction of the temple,
David’s temple, Soloman’s temple,
the jewel of the faith.
A reckoning is coming in this Holy Week
Good Friday looms in the shadow
I don’t know what any of this means.
A short meeting,
just the time spent in line,
she is buying two cans
of soup, off brand.
Apologizing, she counts out her pennies,
I smile and say ‘No problem-How’s your day?’
‘Oh, I’m worried about my boy.’
‘Well, boys are something to worry about.’
‘Yes, I fear he is headin’ to prison-
I caught him drinkin’ again last night
and when they catch him driving…
I worry he will follow his brother to the grave.’
As she turns to leave, I touch her arm,
‘I’ll pray for him.’
And I do-
And for all us sinners
Now and at the hour of our death.
my footsteps, muffled in the frigid morning,
break the icy crust
of the nights snow with each step
I scatter offerings to the winged creatures
as they perch in the fragrant evergreen boughs-
with bright eyes, they watch me
as I turn to go back in the warm house,
voices are lifted in song
and the sound of wings echo in the air
his voice on the phone
the stem cell transplant
for the new year
that an angel will appear
to watch over him-
And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings… Luke 2:10
*** Dear friends, As my brother faces this next challenge, I ask for your prayers, good thoughts and positive energy. My prayer is that he continues to receive excellent care, continues to respond to the treatment and that he lives a long and happy life. Thank you, Kathleen