by ST, 1980s– remember I like puns and it’s helpful to know Roman history & mythology. I January, the door, swings open wide; A cold gust from behind meets the comfort inside. To the hearth stumbles the aged of snow-white beard, Kisses th’infant face, where his lost youth is mirrored. He blankets and rocks theContinue reading “The Calendar”
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The Labor
by ST, 1980s Born one night– no room in the inn: crowded–every place filled full. The burden of the taxing: Payment must be made. The Only, the Humblest abode where the Lamb was kept: the Stable, the Christ was there born one night. Bourne one night in agony while others slept, a Man of constantContinue reading “The Labor”
In the Last Days, Before the New Arrival
by ST, in the 1980s From early spring, in the season of the Lamb, We waited for news from the distant land: How fares the Vineyard, shall the tree give the fig? When harvest time is here, shall ought fill the crib? The month of Julius, then Augustus, the days were wasted, To pregnant fields,Continue reading “In the Last Days, Before the New Arrival”
A Psalm of Thanksgiving
by ST Thanks be to God! In giving thanks I give thanks unto Thee. Thou who openest the expanse of the heavens And givest Thy children eyes to behold– Even to the Touching of our hearts. Thy wondrous works, O Lord, In all this earth below Do amaze and awaken our souls. Beneath the surfaceContinue reading “A Psalm of Thanksgiving”
Pumpkin & Mouse: a parable
by ST, mid 1980s A pumpkin among many in a pumpkin patch, a mouse with a crust of bread to pack; each thought of the other but little or none; the mouse scurried by trying to get things done, the pumpkin sat stationary: content to just soak up sun. But someone knew how great aContinue reading “Pumpkin & Mouse: a parable”
The Lute Player
by ST, mid 1980s I was a lute player I traveled along any road that I happened to happen upon, any road that happened to fit the day’s song. I was a lute player I had no abode I wandered wherever by whatever mode, and the lute that I carried was my only load. 1.Continue reading “The Lute Player”
face to face: a reflective conversation
by ST, mid 1980s You’re not a beauty, I’m sure you’ve discovered; and yet you have a certain “down-to-earth beauty” (not quite as down-to-earth as a mud fence . . . perhaps a stone fence–yes, I think so: you’ve been accused of never smiling, as you know). So you can pretend, sometimes, at least, thatContinue reading “face to face: a reflective conversation”
Reasonable Reasoning
by ST, mid 1980s Upon one’s contemplating one’s own self Oftimes one laughs to see Just how unreasonably one does reason. And exerting one’s logic ends illogically. “Illogical it may seem, but logical it is,” So reasons one’s reason when another reasons not . . . Musingly one listens to the other’s point, And wondersContinue reading “Reasonable Reasoning”
School Daze
by ST, late 1980s With the beginning of a new school year, it’s a good time to think about what we want for our children in Life. In general terms, we want them to be happy and successful. Most of us don’t think that means they have to be brain surgeons or rocket scientists (unlessContinue reading “School Daze”
Sage
by ST, early 1980s A piece of Wisdom, A piece of the desert, matures in adversity of its own. Only a little of this seasoning much improves the flavor in a place where Life is dry as bone. Looking for sage alone for seasons one can roam in this wilderness of Life– but even sageContinue reading “Sage”
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