Sky

For those grieving, here a poem about believing that we remain united in spirit and love.
 
God bless,
Morgan
 

“Sky”
 
the sky isn’t as simple as
     white against blue. Unstoppable wind
          churns simplicity into chaos.  
Staring into the rippling,
         building clouds, now gray-on-white, I
             realize I won’t see your face again. Invisible
             motion has claimed you.
 
In my deepest bones I know that
     clouds touch down in a fog on my world
                        and I will someday step out into it
                             to join their quiet blur.
your love will greet me there with
        all its caring, generous, laughing, and
            joyous spirit.
that spirit is what I miss the most, but here
     is the touch of blue on white and charcoal, 
     mixing into a gray palette. A soft touch.
There: the universe has painted us with one breath.
        On my aching days, I hear it blowing by.

 
 
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Rabbi

This poem was inspired by the story of Zacchaeus, the short tax collector who climbed a tree to see Jesus in Luke 19:1-10. Sometimes we think we can see Jesus best from high above in the trees, when truly he is best seen in action among the people down below.
 
God bless,
Morgan
 

“Rabbi”
 
Rabbi, Rabbi,
     I listen to you from treetops,
          imagining myself a little closer
        to sky-soaring righteousness,
but my vantage point has made me
       the fool.
the classroom in the branches
        taught me desperation, how to cling to
twigs.
hundreds of hours of study and
       not a jot learned until
         You called me down to open
                   my home.
Rabbi, Rabbi,
      Your teaching is in the meal.

 
 
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Names we never knew

When we turn on the radio or the TV, we see the wake of human wars. This is a haiku poem that calls for peace in the many battles around the world.
 
God bless,
Morgan
 
“Names we never knew”
 
Names we never knew
spilled on smoky battlefields.
A cry from the cross.
 
 
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