Tuesday, March 20, 2018

do something every day 
something that won't compute. 
love the Lord. 
love the world. 
work for nothing 
take all that you have and be poor 
love someone who does not deserve it
denounce the government and 
embrace the flag. 
hope to live in that free republic 
for which it stands. 
Give your approval to all you cannot understand.
praise ignorance, 
for what man has not encountered
he has not destroyed.
ask the questions that have no answers. 
invest in the millennium.
plant sequoias. 
say that your main crop is the forest 
that you did not plant, 
that you will not live to harvest. 
say that the leaves are harvested when they have 
rotted into mold. 
call that profit. 
prophesy such returns. 
put your faith in the two inches of 
humus that will build under the trees 
every thousand years. 
listen to carrion-
put your ear close, 
and hear the faint chattering of the 
songs that are to come.
expect the end of the world.
laughter is immeasurable.
be joyful that you have considered all the facts. 
so long as women do not go cheap for power, 
please women more than men. 
ask yourself: 
will this satisfy a woman satisfied to bear a child?
will this disturb the sleep 
of a woman near to giving birth?
go with your love to the fields. 
lie down in the shade. 
rest your head in her lap. 
swear allegiance to what is nighest your thoughts.
as soon as the generals and the politicos 
can predict the motions of your mind, 
lose it. 
leave it as a sign to mark the false trail, 
the way you didn't go. 
be like the fox 
who makes more tracks than necessary, 
some in the wrong direction. 
practice resurrection. 
-wendell berry

Friday, March 9, 2018

gina. she is greatest among us.

your body 
slain and laid low 
day in and day out 
you are under siege 
and yet you 
breathe in. 
breathe out. 
a prayer of thanks
to even be 
given the gift 
to breathe. 
pain is your company 
misery should be 
your friend 
and yet.
you use your time 
on your back 
to keep your eyes 
focused on your 
your Sustainer.
the weeks have turned into months 
the flight to Seattle has 
long passed 
nursing dreams on hold 
the oyster that was yours 
to seize 
now sits on the bed stand 
beside you 
along with the bed pan 
the water bottles 
and the orange containers 
filled with prescriptions 
hoping to 
offer relief. 
and yet. 
you rejoice and offer praise 
you step outside of your 
own failing body 
to rejoice with 
as i am healed from my own 
they seem  
are trivial 
in the presence 
of yours.
who am i that you would 
hold hands with me 
in my victory, 
making it yours too. 
who am i that 
in the deepest depth of your pain 
can still say 
He is good, 
don't forget it, you whisper. 
i won't. 
i can't.
you boast in His glory 
every chance you get 
each staggering breath 
labored and pierced with pain 
is not for nothing. 
you absolutely luminate Him, 
you soft frail one. 
you radiate Him so fiercely, 
my eyes cannot gaze for 
too long, 
how strongly you reflect His glory so!!
your suffering is the 
most beautiful 
are most beautiful. 
i long to be close to you, 
in your humble company 
because to be close to 
is to be close to 

do not lose heart, 
precious one. 

Friday, March 2, 2018

love you

was all 
the humble text said.
and that 
was all 
it needed to say.


that hug you gave me.
it was real this time, wasn't it.
not some quick, polite
keep you at a distance but
pretend its not
kind of hug was it.
i could tell it was different.
you could too.
no, that hug was
a genuine squeeze-
it spoke where words failed.
the hug said,
all our grievances 
have been pushed aside. 
there is restoration and rejoicing here. 
i am not suspicious 
and we understand each other. 

i have never felt so relieved and 
the fear of being 
misunderstood finally 


and humility.
i never want to stop
learning of 
these thing,
wearing these jewels
around my neck,
never far from 
softly sharing 
with others.
for the rest of 
my life.