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Friday, February 28, 2014

Emily said Hope




Emily said Hope is the thing with feathers
but I think Hope is the thing with claws and fur and teeth
comfortable to pet when things are going with the grain
and comforting to listen to the healing purr
only extending its claws when moving forward faster
or to remind us that pain is only occasional
and Hope springs eternal, crouching and pouncing.

But when things are rubbed the wrong way
Hope digs in its claws and bares its teeth
hackles rising, back arching, hissing, hissing
tearing bleeding lines, tearing dripping eyes
making hairballs in your throat and lungs
until you can only sob and cough and hurt
and try to pet the thing back calm and soft.

Emily said Hope is the thing with feathers
and it sings through everything without words
but Hope makes its own words inside you
which you can't get out because of the hairball
scratching them out on your heart where they'll scar
and Hope will spring eternal, then curl up in your lap
and comfortably claw your gently heaving belly.

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Crucicreationism



Did creation begin with a big bang, or a still small voice?
A random chance, or a creator's choice?
Creation came with ringing nails and Roman guard
And a cry It is finished! shouted Heavenward.
It started with a making of all things new
From the wine, to the bread, and finally you
That's the crux of the matter, where it all was done
The cross is where creation was begun

The universe was born in the death of God
Death before Fall should not seem so odd
And now we're evolving into a simpler form
One body, one image, one way we conform
The science of ritual verified by the saints
Life within redeemed nature's constraints
Till all Earth is a footstool and all knowledge is won
The cross is where creation was begun

The Garden of Eden is located on Olivet Mount
Where life came to Earth in a bloody fount
And from this primordial ooze of blood spit and clay
And the wind of the Spirit and light of Sunday
Bang! came the universe, as God let it be
It had to exist for you and for me
That was the beginning, the end is the same
On the cross from where the creation came