The Gardener Exhibits His Work“Let me show you my garden,” so I follow himout the back patio. Aromas overwhelm the air –vines of roses pruned, trimmed, and trained to climbthe trellis, blooms loosed like curls. Lilac groves multiplytheir purple flowers, precision mathematic, the scentof infinity on the breeze. The garden is strategic –violas, azaleas, peonies,ContinueContinue reading “The Gardener Exhibits His Work”
Category Archives: God
Enough
EnoughI Chronicles 21:15How many times have you said,Enough! Withdraw your hand –the vessel of your wrath subdued?What invokes this rage, earthquakes,hurricanes, bubonic plague, rampanttrauma sweeping across continents?Why spare any? Impossibleto find mercy in so many, to lookbeyond intractable justice and seelove hollow in bellies of famine-struck,flowing like stopped-up rivers, yearsof cloudless skies, millions dying ofContinueContinue reading “Enough”
Two Poems – Rumble Strip and The Patient Gardener
*poof!*
Fruit
I almost didn’t write a poem tonight because, well, I’m lazy. And my body said no. But since my body didn’t have to do much to write and since I followed the lead of a friend to make the “Mosaic of Me” on Facebook (which should technically appear below), I decided there had to beContinueContinue reading “Fruit”
Ambition
It has been a great week of a forced fast from the computer, kind of – with mobile uploads and Twitter’s mobile connect to Facebook, I have been able to give the appearance of an online presence 😉 Thank God for Twitter and its ability to make sure everyone knows what normal and uninteresting thingsContinueContinue reading “Ambition”
Cascade Valley
Look, my daughter, the pine treedropped its seeds, and herea fragile sapling braves the forest floor.This used to be a birch treebut maybe lightning sliced it,wind heaved its heavy breath against itand now the trunk is rust.Sticks used to flirt, flaretheir skirts of springtime buds,but now we throw the broken limbsinto the rushing floodwaters toContinueContinue reading “Cascade Valley”
Stealing Ideas and Old French Language "Roots"
Dent-de-LionIn the words of a poet friend of mine, *poof!* So, I have a secret I need to spill. I rob Wikipedia, Google, and the Bible of all their good ideas. I am a thief. I admit it. This poem is a good example and an easy entrance into confession.First, I have been trying toContinueContinue reading “Stealing Ideas and Old French Language "Roots"”
Version 2 – A Voice in the Crowd at Capernaum
John 6What I really need to know is how the callousesblossomed on your fingers. I want to feelthe bristle of your beard on my cheek,place my hands around the feetof the man who feeds. You knowwhy I’ve come here: to make the impossiblebecome miraculous, to turn your vengeanceinto grace, to learn the difference between breadandContinueContinue reading “Version 2 – A Voice in the Crowd at Capernaum”
A Voice in the Crowd at Capernaum
John 6I have come up with a hundred reasons whyyou are unbelievable – you are, after all, just a sonof some carpenter, the illegitimate offspringof a teenage mother. I know where you’ve come from.Still I’m intrigued – I want to know moreabout the man who fed five thousand,his mysterious disappearance across the lakewithout a boatContinueContinue reading “A Voice in the Crowd at Capernaum”
Psalm 40
BootsPsalm 40These boots by the door are still cakedwith hardened clay, their leather darkenedby water, still swelling, absorbing,the flannel lining damp and pungent.Clumps of mud stick to the kitchen floor,discarded here and there from the fieldthat pulled and sucked until I was stuck.I will not use the broom – I like the imprintsleft behind, theContinueContinue reading “Psalm 40”
Sarah Marie Wells 