Every Bit As Heavenly


 

Every Bit As Heavenly

Watching a Video of
a Graybearded Man
With a Voice
Woven from
The Heart of a Father
Singing Goodbye
To His Son,

With the Tender Tones of
a Baritone Angel,
Plucked from Behind
a Microphone In a
Texas Tavern,

But This Time Singing
for a Panel of Celebrity Judges
on a TV Talent Show,
Where One Judge
Is Known for His
Sharp-Edged Sword
of a Tongue,

But Even His Eyes
Are Spilling as He
Rises With the Audience
To Raise Their Hands
In Joy.

I’m Watching This
on a Sunday Sabbath Morning,
at the Same Time
I Once Spent
Singing Holy Hymns
and Kneeling With
Head Bowed to
Rest On a Pew
While Whispering
Prayers to
The All That Is
Divine.

It Comes to Me,
In a Whisper from
My Maker,
That My TV Talent Show
Texas Father’s
Tearful Triumph

Is Every Bit
as Heavenly as a
Sabbath Prayer.

(Photo by A.C.; UnSplash)

Did You Think He Was Kidding?


 

Did You Think He Was Kidding?

When I Quote
Jesus,
from The Big Black Book,
I’ll Use an Asterisk
and Say

*“I Hope He Actually
Said This,
Because
I Love It,” . . .

to Wit,

“If You Want To
Truly Be
In Heaven,
Become
Like a Kid.”

Am I Stretching Things
To Say
This Must Mean
The Being of
Love and Light,
Joy and Laughter
Some Call
“God”
Is Actually . . .

A Big Kid?

It Follows,
Doesn’t It?

The Creator,
The Maker of
All That Is,

Is Playful and Curious,
Loves a Good Joke,
(Just Look Around)
and
Has Little Inclination
To Be All Serious
In the Way That’s
Required
To Be All Judgmental
and Such.

In Fact,
It Might Be Said
He (She) Just Wants
To Play With You!

Did You Think
Jesus
Was Kidding?

(Photo from the Movie, “Dogma.”)

The Unveiling


 

The Unveiling

How far is it from
Where You Are Now to
Where You Imagine
You Should Be, to
Where You
Long To Be?

A Lifetime?
A thousand Lifetimes?

Who do You Imagine
You Will Be
When You Arrive?

What will be
different about You?
Do you have a List?

With deadlines and
check-boxes and
measurements?
Categories and
subcategories?
Indicators of
Transformation?

What if You’re
too late and
your hair has
faded or
fallen out?
Your wrinkles
and creases have
multiplied, and
your girth gone
slack?

Will you have failed?

Or have you been
misinformed
by the Prophets and
Preachers of
If and Maybe,

when in Truth
You Arrived before
You Ever Left.

You’ve only Ever
Arrived.

It’s not a Journey.

It’s an Unveiling.

Someone fitted You
with Blinders
at Birth.

Take them off.
You’re where You
Long To Be.

(Photo by Sander Sammy; UnSplash)