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Archive for December, 2009

colored lights

sparkling tinsel

carols in the snow

presents and food

.

but

.

He saw a world

dark, dreary

empty

hungry

its song disappeared

with broken promises

and awakened dreams

.

standing at the edge

of eternal space

time a cage

Omnipresence condensed into a single cell

Omnipotence a tiny helpless baby

Omniscience knowing nothing but instincts

— He didn’t have to be taught to cry —

.

falling through the void to earth

at some time he —

captured in a human body —

could not go back

.

from heavenly glory

to a cow shed

from Love, Light and Power

to—

Love

but dark and

(helpless)

.

shepherds, not angels — a carpenter, not God

a mother who was

too young to hold the Universe in her

womb

.

no different now

except His brothers shiver

in the cold

His sisters have no place to

go

and His children

sit

“getting in the Christmas spirit”

with

.

colored lights

sparkling tinsel

carols in the snow

presents and food

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Swine flu

Haven’t heard much about swine flu lately — I guess it just got subsumed in the normal winter sniffles and colds.  That said, maybe this picture will help us remember to stay safe and healthy this Christmas!

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Christmas Ballad

Baby once upon a time

Born down an alleyway

Abandoned

Warehouse full of rats

Cracked and

Musty bricks

Gangsters on the prowl outside

.

Cold and dirty screaming baby

In an alley he

Was the

Universe

.

Cared enough to

Come and scramble in

Stinking grime

Kick rusty tin cans

Hear squealing brakes and

Gunshots

.

Who loved a prostitute

Who treasured

Life enough to give it

Up

That baby in the street

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DUI in Maine

I got this picture in an email and cracked up…it could work for a couple places…

How to tell if a Mainer has a DUI conviction

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She stood,

a bride—

no bridegroom

but a still small voice…

“whither thou goest”

.

With God?

no one to

lean on but

a stumbling carpenter

who needed a

vision for his faith…

“whither Thou goest”

.

Who, God?

She birthed a

King—

a kingdom of golden hay,

the perfume of the stables,

the wrappings of silken burlap…

“whither Thou goest”

.

Where, God?

To Jerusalem for

three days

in His Father’s house;

With God

to Cana

drinking wine…

“whither Thou goest”

.

How far, God?

To the cross?

seeing God,

the King,

exalted

on a throne

of rough wood;

the Bridge

between

the bride

and her

God…

“whither Thou goest”

.

Even so

Come my

Kinsman-Redeemer,

my Son,

my Bridegroom,

.

my

God…

.

“whither Thou goest”

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For Redmond

A poem written in college about my youngest piano student.  Hopefully the sentiment is not true anymore, given the last election results; over a year ago, now!

My little piano student

used to play on black keys;

now he uses them

only to name the white ones.

.

Any song using black

is “hard” now—

.

He doesn’t know yet

his face can’t always go

where mine could—

.

He only knows

once you’ve

passed the “baby” songs

it’s hard

to reach black

from

white,

.

and tension

separates

harmony

from reality.

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