Tuesday, April 23, 2019

no small thing

this one small thing
that bears such weight
whispers in my ear
without ceasing

i hold this secret
beneath my tongue
afraid to speak
its truth a knife

i place each word
with great care
precious and sharpened edges
set in rows like teeth

not every smile is
a smile, a warm embrace
a thin comfort
while laying in wait

i can count the moments
as blessings; they hold me
against the sorrow—
i wonder what they’re worth?

Monday, April 22, 2019

monsters

it is monstrous—
the indignities we impose
upon each other.
we have so many tools
we can use to bruise
the soul; the instrument
of our destruction
is our indifference.
the headlines
tell us of bombings
and shootings
but it is the way
we ignore the pain
that marks us
beneath the skin.
there are so many ways
to use your hands;
choose wisely
which seeds you plant,
how deeply you dig,
what you cultivate.

Sunday, April 21, 2019

we wait once more

they said there would be joy
everyone is full of stories to share

there were celebrations and everyone was invited
we shared meals together

we sang all the songs that mattered
we spoke of all the promises

as if we understood them
as if they were a mystery

they said he would come back soon
we continue to watch the skies

Saturday, April 20, 2019

we wait still

they said there would be joy
everyone is sitting in silence

we have covered all the windows
someone mentions sackcloth and ashes

they talk of resurrection
wonder what it all means

afraid to believe
they hold their breath     and wait

if we wait long enough
all will be revealed

Friday, April 19, 2019

we wait

they said there would be joy
everyone at the gathering is wearing black

so we wait
we wait in silence

we turn off the lights
we listen to the pain

then we join each other
in a song     we tell the story

as if it were true
as if every tear will be wiped away