A Chill in the Air

On Tuesday you cried

upon my shoulder,

trusting Jesus to save

your soul.

On Friday you played

the entertainer, making light

of fearful faces in the room.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

You danced in the face of death,

a can of beer in your hand.

But morning came with raindrops,

in your bed you would remain.

You communicated in silence,

lids weighted with eternal sleep.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

We ate brownies topped

with ice cream, while the lesbian

hugged the Catholic and God’s

Spirit sweetly smiled.

We laughed through tears

as we remembered; said

our prayers to fill the void.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

I said goodbye on Thursday,

and left roses in the snow.

The Lamb Is Slain

Unimaginable Love pours its richest perfume on dusty feet

Innocence drinks of death’s dark poison

Holiness breaks forth in bloom

Essence

Cosmos
Endless expanse of openness
Fathomless depth and distance
Incomprehensible in detail
Immense in proportion
Floating in the midst of eternity

Humanity

Minute but not obscure
Small but not insignificant
Limited in understanding
Ethereal in spirit
Temporarily confined to time

Divinity

Beyond comprehension
Embodiment of goodness
Transcendent in being
Infinite in wisdom
Originator and center of life

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