Join me by the Fire—spoken poetry

 

walk towards the light, the living

glow against darkness            stumble,

shed your tangled skein, here by the fire

 

time     lengthening as it slows

to hear what you have to say

for the first time

words next to fire

freight of old trains passing

in the silence, flames

explain

 

here, let me feel as you are

unburdened, warm

by the fire

 

 

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On Retreat—spoken poetry

 

I live in the woods, extended out on a small cot

and write on a large wooden desk, next to the window—

snow-covered spruce branches reach out, making my welcome felt;

the bell rings long before dawn, rousing me to dress and come to chapel—

to sing, worship. I wash at a gleaming white sink, thinking clean thoughts.

After pleasant dreams under an iron crucifix—hung by the monk-brothers.

There’s a cross in every room: omnipresent sway.

The image of Christ fills the space with respectful silence,

hung with early snow—reaching out.

 

AND if finding space outside the norm is not possible, CREATING SPACE by setting aside time in the MORNING to be alone with God is often just as good! – D.E.M.

 

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Birth Story

 

no one can tell you what you mean: where you’re from;

that your parents conceived you too soon—

or too late

 

only you know the weight of your own glory

 

the stardom that comes from someone who loves you

looking out the window, down the long drive

 

on a winter’s night (Christmas Eve)

 

for your longed-for arrival             only you

 

 

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