Fall in Eden

 …and when the light came,

I saw the entourage of demons

you bemoaned during the long night,

while I collected your tears

in my shoulder, they were

chained and locked to your hips like

 

spokes in a wheel

circling you,  chanting

and snickering

Tangled, wicked metal

knots around your feet

Below your waist

 

you writhed in agony,  ensnared,

but your face-

in your face  I found the Mona Lisa-

and as you tripped and limped  away

I saw the keys you had hidden

in your back pocket

 

and sympathy turned to fury

the sun burned hot

while I contemplated

angels and demons and

forty days and forty nights

of torture

 

then walked away,

 

cursing you ,

for damning me.

 

 

 

 

God  Made  Man                                                 One Day

 

                                        Quite Simply

                                          He Spoke                      

 

The Word                                                          And He Was               

 

In Flesh                                                                Formed

 

 

                           And It Was Out of Love For Us.

Twilight

 

Twilight taught her children

how it’s natural to diverge

and to stray from Light–for darkness comes

each day, at Heaven’s urge

And although she seems foreboding,

shifting paths ahead unclear,

It is in this slow defeat of light

She says “Rebirth is near!”

 

She showed how the bloom would wither,

petals drop and blow away,

if not for the Night–who grants reprieve

and tends to wounds of Day;

and how withered blooms surrender

when their use outlives their form–

but she vowed to us that Day would bring

A stronger Promise born.

 

Then she bowed her head to Venus

and she slipped away, unseen–

knowing she had served us well

at places in-between.

Please-don’t go-you’re safe-I promise

and I have nowhere to be

All I want is just to sit with you

beneath this willow tree

 

Whispering leaves will be our choir

and our breath will be our prayer

Dappled Sun will lend Her halo

glistening softly on your hair

 

We can still obey tradition

if it helps to ease your mind

It’s just five steps to Baptism

And six steps to the Divine

 

Come, let’s find a kinder Eden

where Past Lives won’t force our leave

For the gates of Heaven never close

beneath this willow tree