Category: Religion

  • thanks giving

    Give Hugs
    Give Kisses
    Give Time
    Give Hope
    Give Peace
    Give Forgiveness
    Give Laughter
    Give Permission
    Give Patience
    Give Compliments
    Give Faith
    Give Warmth
    Give Rest
    Give Quietness
    Give Attention
    Give Smiles
    Give Love
    Give Yourself
    and after all is done and said
    Give Thanks
  • thanksgiving blessing

    May those gathered around this table
    be at peace with each other
    forgiving and embracing forgiveness
    giving thanks and accepting thankfulness,
    loving and cherishing love
    and may the bounty set before us
    the bliss felt in this moment
    and the beauty of our love
    give us strength as we commit
    to bring this peace to the world
  • leave a tip

    Considering, but not knowing
    what may come after this life,
    I find it vainly and vapidly fruitless
    to hunger for perfect pie in the sky
    and oddly calming to think of
    pushing back from the table
    when my life's holy purpose
    is sanely and sapidly consumed.
    There is peace in believing:
    life is the bountiful feast
    and death, just a gratuity.
  • no more

    heart aches
    soul cringes
    anger rises
    reality hinges
    on the complicated death
    of simple lives
    praying
    for blessing
    for healing
    for salvation
    kneeling 
    and falling
    into a deep despair
    for a country dividing
    so deeply
    cleverly inviting
    prejudice 
    into our homes
    It's time to shut
    and lock the door
    to hatred bred
    in neighborhoods
    in schools
    in government
    in pools of fetid waste
    left by an ignorant society
    waving flags
    brandishing guns
    to show the world the reality
    of how a society is undone
    by letting anger
    rule the heart
    and soul of a nation
  • the first stone

    Smooth in my hand
    and warm from the sun,
    the first stone is heavier than I expected.
    And while I look ahead
    I also look behind
    to the piles of stones that are mine.
    Collected, over the years,
    along with the bruises
    all of them made when thrown.
    Each one of them a first,
    a smooth giant killer,
    thrown by those without a trace of sin.
    I want to condemn,
    but drop my first stone
    into the crystal clear mirror of a stream.