Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

An Easter Poem 2014

April 19, 2014 Leave a comment

I found this terrific new band (married couple…don’t know if you call that a band or what) called The Gray Havens. They have a song out just in time for Easter called “Stone.” #1 You should check them out; their lyrics are crazy good. #2 You should listen to this song in particular. #3 This poem got its start by listening to that song about 1 bajillion times. I hope you like my Easter Poem 2014. It’s titled “Secret.”


The stone held the dead within itself
All was motionless, quiet – a broken person within
The stone heard the first breath of life
Out of silence, the intake
The stone felt the brush of unraveled grave clothes land upon its insides
In darkness began to feel something of life stirring
The stone animated, shook, moved
When commanded to life obeying the Animator
The stone blinked open in the brightness of glory
Light burning a picture of resurrection on its edges
The stone heard the woman’s cry, “There’s none inside the grave!”
And knew a secret
The stone felt the warmth of the angel’s presence
Was strengthened and glowed within
The stone heard the Breather speak a name and become recognized
And the curse it cradled was broken
The stone turned to flesh
Mouth agape declaring the glory of its secret

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Ninja on a Bicycle

April 13, 2011 Leave a comment

David on his way to the Way Cup Cafe

The following is a poem about a friend of mine who is a great example of service and selflessness.  He’s a terrific picture of gentleness and servanthood.  He rides his bike to the Way Cup Cafe and makes sure it’s clean and cared for, and I think he cares for more than just the cafe…because I feel it, too.  Thanks, David!  I hope you enjoy the poem.

Ninja on a Bicycle

Pedals gently

Coat swiftly to its place

Hands moving silently

Sits and stacks scattered papers

If you look away, he’s gone,

But the garbage is emptied

Unsanitary sliced away

And toilet paper restored

A second glance and he’s there, outside

But you never saw him move

Three sips of java and the patio is swept

Dirt cut into oblivion

Everything is gentle

But between the earbuds

A world-altering thought brews

Everything is gentle

But his heart beats with fierce passion

And he’s gone

You catch a glimpse of bicycle wheel

Reflecting the rising sun

Leaving as he came, a glimmer

A reminder of things to return

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Church at O’Hare

Each stands facing the oval track

It gleams stainless

Steel and black, unmoving

So they stand, and give cursory glances at one another

Mother and child tired with shifting feet

Business man – briefcase leaning on creased trousers

Grandmother sitting nearby knitting needles clacking

College student carefully watching the briefcase, wary

A whirring sound, flashing lights and their number flashing

They gather nearer the track and wait while

Black moves past steel and makes its circuit

Waiting.  For the building to release its hold on what is theirs

Each owns something.  It travels with them, following them

Covered in flowers or understated canvas

Most black or blackened by handling

Sizes and shapes notwithstanding they are all the same

Each focused on the same point

Hundreds of eyes watching with expectation

Awaiting the revealing of what is hidden

And when it does they will pounce – claiming their baggage

So that’s what a child’s bag looks like

And the briefcase matches the suitcase

Knitting needles fit within the worried patches of a carpet bag

Backpack fitted with bedroll a home on the road

And now the oval track comes to a stop

The bowels of the building finished revealing what it knows

One family stands staring at one motionless floral print

Sitting there.  Not theirs.

And each person continues on their journey

Having seen everyone else’s baggage

Leaving by themselves, but knowing they’re not alone

Except that one lucky soul whose motionless floral print

Was left and never claimed

Lucky soul free from burden

Trying deperately now, somewhere,

Not to replace their burden

A poem

November 9, 2010 Leave a comment

In the middle of raking and blowing and dragging piles of leaves I paused to notice one leaf in particular.  Sometimes it’s good to slow down whatever it is you’re doing and notice something small.  It’s especially good to notice one part of the whole.  One nail of thousands that hold up a house, one bubble next to hundreds of thousands in the bathtub, one blade of grass in your lawn, one tree in the forest.  Notice the one of many that make up the whole.

One small browning leaf

reaches with each arm

toward its choking center in

an attempt to eek out one more moment

creating food from the waning sunlight

There you have it.  What I saw when I payed attention to one out of the many.  What do you see?