Monday, March 9, 2015

Exodus



After 430 years of slavery
the Israelites marched out their exodus,
rich.
No hand had been raised
except Moses.

The night before
Yahweh had kept wake, 
over them,
rapt.

So here I pray for Haiti, in year 211:
would grace not half the suffering
and set a Kiskeya vigil?

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Life

There are times
when life 
takes flight
alone,
leaving us in a miasma,
a chasm,
grasping for air,
groping for what remains
when faith and friends
are sought in vain
when knowing
gives way, limp.

It will return, of course,
life that is,
the sun and a song 
on its wings.

Goodness will circle, circle, circle.
The Lord, the Lord Almighty has traced it so.