MADNESS


Close to dawn,
Light
Tumbles from the sky, and
Spins into dreams.

A shadow crosses your face.

Half dark half illuminated you are madness
Revealed,
A mask of yourself, a mask
Of the other.

And yet you are a poet even so,
You
Who think yourself
A god.

DESCRIBE BLUE


God holds my soul in his hands.


He looks at it, and
Today
It is blue, a Robin's Egg
Blue,
And pleased with the depth and transparency
Of its color, he opens
His palms,
Setting it free.

WETBACK JESUS

Caked with blood,
His skin cracks and burns
Beneath
A sweltering desert sun.
The people, many or few,
Gather round,
Mocking
His feet pricked by thorns.
And what do you,
What do I,
Do?

BINDING

Bound up in sorrow,
I am a prisoner of tears,
A vessel of sadness, others'
And my own.

In the garden,
The Gardener passes by,
A white taper held in his hand.

Follow the path of remembrance,
Darkness and light.

How will we know the way,
We ask? Before we see,
Before we touch,
Before we
Consider the wounds.

Though somehow we know.

DISCIPLES

Lost,
In dreams so lost
Ten thousand angels cry.

Can't you stay awake, Friend?
Pray with me
An hour?

A mile or thousand miles beyond,
A Cross awaits,
Yours perhaps, or maybe
Mine.

Take this bit of bread,
This sip of wine.

A WALK ON THE PATH OF DESTINY

I walk near the Rabbi Jesus,
Dwelling
In the hope of his words,
Knowing
And not knowing what will happen.

On the path,
The color of blood is on the wind,
Cold and darkening.

We hear stories of lashes and nails,
A groaning earth and
Clouds
Redder than wine, and
Yes,
Sometimes I am afraid, and
Think
To turn back.

HE IS

I see the Blood of the cross
In creatures lost,

Hearts torn, spirits
Trampled,
The childhood lullaby
Stilled.

He is.

And at the end he is
Beyond tears.

So it finishes,
And begins.