Gardens are nomothetic
Weeds grow clement
In good soul and bad
(Oh, the thought was soil
But the word is better)
Careful tending
Planning
Enriching
Planting
Sculpting
Attention is needed
To create
Nomothetic bounty
That joins
My will
To God’s.
Month: April 2019
Good Friday
A strange name
For the memorial
Of a death
A horrible death
Preceded by humiliation
And torture
The death of an innocent
God’s idiot savant
Remembered
Celebrated
On Good Friday
O good!
He died for us
O good!
God loves us
O good!
We are saved
O good Jesus
On Good Friday
O good God!
Falter Fun
(I recently learned that the German for butterfly is falter.)
Falter
Fluttering uncertainty
Art on the wing
Falter
Dip to a sip
Trip to a drip
Falter
Fly
Monarch of the sky
Falter
From flower to flower
Landing lightly
Falter
Flutter
Fly
Falter
Fliegen
Flattern
Beauty
In any language
Butterfly
Notre Dame de Paris
The first time I saw that spire,
the flying buttresses,
the steps,
the dark and soaring interior
was in 1975.
I was pregnant, just, with my second child.
We walked at the pace of our first-born toddler.
I lit a candle for my Uncle Donald,
Monseigneur Joseph Donald Damiens,
who had recently died.
We sat on the steps
and shared bread and cheese with our son.
The last time was a few years ago
with my friends Wendy and Jennifer.
We walked from our apartment
in le Marais
across the bridge
coming to the grand lady from the side.
We did not go in that time,
really we were just among the many passing by.
But I did take pictures –
who could resist taking a few pictures of a beautiful lady.
En l’annee 1163
Sous le pontificat
Du Pape Alexandre III
Eat le regne du Roi Louis VII
Maurice né à Sully sur Loire
Eveque de Paris (1160-1196)
Entreprit la construction
De cette cathédrale
En l’honneur
De la Bse Vierge Marie
Sous le title de
NOTRE DAME DE PARIS
John 8:58
They were not stupid
Those men of the cloth.
Well, yes, they were
Of course
Stupid
As men of the cloth
So repeatedly prove themselves to be.
But they were not unlearnéd:
Learning, in fact,
Was their claim to fame,
To community prominence,
To religious authority.
So they were stupid
But learnéd:
Learnéd enough to know
At once
What his juxtaposition of tenses
Meant.
While we puzzle it out
It hit them hard
Like rocks
Thrown at an adulterous woman
Like nails
In a coffin
Or on a cross.
“Before Abraham was,
I am”
He said,
Handing them the nails.
Spring Garden
The dirt
So firm a day ago
Yields
Becomes particles
Capable of being pushed aside
By just the smallest green
Upthrust
Promise of peas
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