The Rejected Husband

(This poem struck me in the heart today. I want to share it with you.)

After the storm and the new
stillness of the snow, he returns
to the graveyard, as though
he might lift the white coverlet,
slip in beside her as he used to do,
and again feel, beneath his hand,
her flesh quicken and turn warm.
But he is not her husband now.
To participate in resurrection, one
first must be dead. And he goes
back into the whitened world, alive.

-Wendell Berry

Round 'n Round

It seems that we have been here before
We just past this place/this rock face

Are we lost or do/do we know
this place like the back of our hands

And I want change/
from this old life

And I want truth/
from these old lies

And I want heat/
in this cold heart of mine

I see my prints in the path
before me lies the way around

I'm tired and sick
of the same routine

And I want change/
from this old life

And I want truth/
from these old lies

And I want heat/
in this cold heart of mine

There is hope for those
on the ground again

There is mercy for those
around the same bend again

Get up and walk
Get up and follow
Follow the One who
Who has written the end.

-written on a wall in a concentration camp

I believe in the sun
even when it is not shining.

I believe in love
even when I feel it not.

I believe in God
even when He is silent.

-written on a wall in a concentration camp

"C" as in Sally

A boy came up to me the other day
He said his name is Bobby Lee.
He said he was three
and could say his ABC's.

He started with A.
He said the letter
with a long breath
and added as in acne.

He moved to B.
His lips went tight
and he blew out a childish kiss
and added as in bumblebee.

He went to C
And smiled real wide
while hissing a giant grin
and added as in Sally.

I waited for the other to be
but he stood still and proud.
"What about the others?"
"There's only A and B and C," he beamed.

Things Change...

...when you live in another culture.

Return

I lay my head beside the lake
The vertical horzion calls my name
It is a beautiful world
I must swim the sea for the One
Who calls me by His name