Tuesday, July 31, 2012


A Natural Salvation -

Naturally I want a natural
                Salvation.  Dark hair and eyes,
Boldness.  Firm curiosity and desire
                Willingness and the ready yes.
Working hands, observance, keenness
                Of insight and the wisdom
Of suffering in touch and word. 

Food prepared with the skill of
                Practiced love.  And the folding
Over of the buffalo robe, like the corner
                Of God’s garment over the
Naked, bloody child abandoned by the road.
                The covering of love, the
Nurture of consummation, the initiation
                Of conversation between friends
The verbal and physical intimacy of lovers. 

And so the sorrow of the night,
                The weeping of the weary soul
Are put away for joy.  New hope is born
                The hand becomes strong
The eyes brighten.  Rest is made sweet
                Food becomes savory,
And long, black curls are tossed, like the mane
                Of the mare, and the pride of her mate.

Arise, my love, let us walk in the dew of the mountain morning
                The fresh smell of the sage, the blue spruce,
The fir and the pine.  We will rest in the shade of
                The aspen, and love in the shadow of night
Even as we delight in the revelations of light,
                The curve of the thigh,
And the softness
                Of sighs. 

Monday, July 30, 2012

Betrayal, Of Christ


Betrayal, Of Christ

It was a difficult thing, and a considered decision, for Christ to announce, “I tell you the truth, one of you is going to betray me.”   We all know what that means, and we all know the condition of our own hearts – the secret resentments, the petty jealousies, the surge of anger or of fear.  And none of us wants to merit being fired, being excommunicated, being shunned.  So a vague announcement of termination, of being made redundant, of being disqualified, released, let go – this makes us a bit nuts and we begin to compare ourselves to our fellows, and measure ourselves, and try to determine with greater definition – where do I stand?  “Is it I, Lord?”  Why this stirring of the pot?  Why not let the betrayal unfold in due time without a word, without calling attention to it at the eleventh hour?  Why create angst, fear, or dread?  Why not whisper simply, just to Judas, into his dull ear, instead?  So what was the consideration, the strategy, the key part of the eternal plan – this announcement?  The revelation of hearts?  The exposure of weakness, fear, and doubts in the face of the discussion of the pecking order to come in the Kingdom of the Son?   Yes, likely, these – just so.  Betrayal takes many forms, varies in intensity and impact, but it all begins in the heart.  To check the outward is to attempt the damming of a torrent in Spring.