Category Archives: Poems

Today, and every day…

My friends rallied to me.

I am better

than I was a week ago.

My friend whose kids grew up with mine

came to find me a week ago.

He tried to take me back to the mountains

with him.

We stood, instead, in a very public place where he found me

and he held on to me until I was cried out

for that day.

I have had some crying jags since then

but none like that one.

So, there was a catharsis.

I still have this soul-sized hole

where a baby ought to live

but in a week

friends from north and south

and east and west

have tramped through

the sands of time

to rally to me.

Perhaps this is a place in time and space

where things can get better.

I will let you know.

My Sad Stuff

Whatever can happen to anyone else can apparently happen to me. This is a revelation an apocalypse a mysterium I should have uncovered some time ago.   Like Aeschylus I discovered the unbidden tears. I think he meant the kind of tears that wrack you with sobbing at unexpected moments.   This morning a pastor… Continue Reading

A Tired Walker, a Hot Day, A Dirt Road

He was bent or so it looked to me. He was old or so it seemed to me. I passed him easily. I was young. He looked down at the dirt road. He did not look up at me even after I got by him. I know he did not look at me even after… Continue Reading

Ontos: Ethics as Oughtness and Teleos: Ethics as Perfecting Power

My youngest son asked me yesterday about Ontology. He was actually looking for the word epistemology, but ontology is what he asked me to define and that is as good a place to start as any. Ontology comes from the ancient word ontos. The word can be translated as responsibility or a load or a burden.… Continue Reading

To Write

  The first time I write a piece I draw it from my heart. The heart part, the first, that’s the real piece. If that is enough, the piece you write, the first one, from your heart, it will leave you alone. The first piece will not call out to you at night. You may… Continue Reading

The Necessity of the Christ for a Good Life

On Resurrection Sunday a few years ago, numerous pastors of churches in a fading mainline American denomination rose to deny Jesus. The statement dozens of these heretics had agreed upon was spoken as in unison. They said, “Jesus, called the Christ, if he ever actually existed, was certainly not the  divine Son of God and… Continue Reading

How Does a Good Life Look?

Martin Luther’s short catechism begins with the phrase, “I believe God made me.” The man who rediscovered Christianity (at a time it was thought worth finding) might have announced his belief in God’s act of universal creation. He certainly believed God made it all, makes it all, keeps it all, redeems it all. When he… Continue Reading

What is a Good Life?

I perceive God in Jesus, the Christ. God chooses to show Godself as Father and Holy Spirit, but today I take the time to write about the apprehension of God in Jesus, the Christ, and make no excuses for the practice. Jesus is the Ultimate example of the Moral Exemplar. His life is The Good… Continue Reading

Why Bother to Believe AT All?

I perceive God as Tri-une; impossible, unlikely, nearly incomprehensible. I apprehend God in Jesus, (the, not a) Christ, foretold by the prophets, announced by angels, pursued by powerful foreigners, born of the Blessed Virgin Mary, his death twice ordered by the Jealous Powerful (at His Advent, again at the Cross). Jesus lived a perfect life,… Continue Reading

The Priesthood of the Believable.

I perceive God as real, personal, just and loving. I accept God as Father, Son and Holy Spirit and still find myself willing to accept the old paternal language even though I believe God embodies and transcends gender. I believe in One True Living God, who chooses to show Godself in three separate and distinct… Continue Reading