Month: March 2016

  • Mother God, Father God. . . .

    Mother God, Father God. . . We sit side by side, shoulders hunched toward each other, stealing glances like children do looking for approval. Mother God, Father God, love me they say. I am good.  I try. And they grow up and away looking at reflections of their faces, so much like us. I steal…

  • I Break Bread. . .

    I Break Bread I break bread with these my brothers deep into who we are and what we have been. . . . Not much, I hear, but the faith is dear, held tight to the heart. For free it never was. But come.  It is time now, again to break bread. It will be…

  • At The Gates. . .

    At The Gates They stood as Amazons, great and glorious in their largess, in their girth. . . With moss flowing horizontally from their branches, thick as trees themselves. These Spanish Oaks stood their stance, worshiping at the shores of the waters whipped to a froth. . . Their centuries told of standing at the…

  • Let The Lessons Begin. . . .

    It occurred to me that a new meaning for the maxim, ‘at the end of your life you become more of what you were in the beginning’  throws it into another light.  I always thought in terms of this life,  that should you have been a brat as a child,  you will become even more…