I schemed thatbirds had conversationson a rooftop edge adjacentto the window casement.My eager heart imagined themset about a Sunday’s reflections,quiet amongst themselves. These beasts are nature’s genteel wings,feathered in the very bestgoin’-to-town-brown,and it seemed, for a moment,in private terms,they shared much more than sing-ingbefore one,then twoand three flew down,resumed attacking worms. What’s real congealsby consensus,Continue reading “Conversations About God”
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The Outside Voice of God
I sat some momentsby the great lake, lazy,watching water-craftshrink to meet horizon’s final edge.Careless,I allowed imagination’sidle mind to witnessboats, birds, water, allpouring over some oft-discussedand never-discoveredflat earth fallthat, even when searched for,remains ever further. If I am correct,and Science tells it true,time’s a promontory ledge,beyond which nothing flashes,and from whichis no grand, sweeping view. ForContinue reading “The Outside Voice of God”
Santa Claus, Jesus and the Fourth of July
Santa Claus appearedwearing nothing, one night.He stumbled to my bedside,whispered, “Don’t turn on the light!”and crawled in.I thought it was aNetflix seriesabout to begin. “Are you cold?” I said,as quick between the covers he slid.His reply? “Hell, no…on the Americans’fourth of July?” Oh, my,either this was mighty interestingor I wasn’t thinking straight,it WAS late. LikeContinue reading “Santa Claus, Jesus and the Fourth of July”
Dead Batteries and Signs From God
Bank robbery,andsimpler larceny,both make the innocent-born-guiltyconscience squirmbutmost of us commit not crime,norease into any wrong actionlocked away timemight cure. Still, I hear we all wereborn in sin,and need a warning sign,lest further untoward events occur.It’s written inthe holy booksI tried to read, back to front. I always take a second look,hoping to understand what IContinue reading “Dead Batteries and Signs From God”
Labour and Work
There isand wasand will always begreat distance betweenthis sideand the other. At the moment of opening,existence is a journeyfrom … to …whereall travelers must move,bound, as by blood-signed contract,under order ofwhich God (and science is a God)or ethic prevails. A star can be a traveler,a seed as wellthoughthe necessary steps,from a place to one further,areContinue reading “Labour and Work”
The Workhouse
It’s pretty human to shirk,to shy awayfrom what looks likework butno matter his conditionor how late the hour,sooner or later, on calloused knees,each exits illusion’s bowerand punches a clock. From first breath indentured,don’t we all,whether slaving for Peter,for Paul,or Joe Blow Commercedown the block,have misted life’s hard laboursole on offer,to answerwhat a wandering dream forbode,andContinue reading “The Workhouse”
Piano Lesson
Tiny vibrations crowdthe roof’s peak,slide downand splash across new-leafed trees,midpoint of the half season. In the beholder’s eye,colour is rich yet,a wet thing whoselayers are exposed,shady green under excited yellowunder washed out, delicate blue. A human, passive witness andamateur scientist,imaginary note pad in hand,tries to understand this,perhaps as sheaves ofimpossible music,wondering,“Who authored bliss?” God justContinue reading “Piano Lesson”
Conversations About God
Earlier,the birds had conversationson the rooftop edge adjacentto our window casement.My simple heart imagined them Christians,setting about their Sunday reflectionsnotcomplex nature’s gentle wings,whom,feathered in a colour of complacence,dusty brown,communicate in private terms. …then oneand twoand three flew down,resumed their search for worms. A day’s carefree dreams fly away,as my talking Christian birds did do,when splashedContinue reading “Conversations About God”
Act Three
You are still,almost part of the chair,before a drawn curtainand wondering, “Is there not an act three?”while those around are standing,offering applause,putting on coats,gathering purses,hats,scarves,excitedly chattering aboutwhat a great show it was. Over time, the theatre clearsof friends and neighbours,dear ones,lovers, dreams,but you remain,for what must be an eternity,pondering. Have you notunderstood the joke?or learnedContinue reading “Act Three”
Me, Pussycat, God
If I were the Pussycatand Hewereme, I wonder exactlyhow thatwouldbe. I might sit,contented,my own simple businessto mind and,suddenly,find my whole self lifted in air,to be cheek by jowland ear pressed to ear. I’d struggle,push, lean,and rathernot be there but I’d have nothing to fear. All powerful,the Pussycat’dhave no reason to be mean, I’d feel lovedandContinue reading “Me, Pussycat, God”
Robert On The Air 