Of Memories Hard to Forget -an original poem

I saw a picture of a place
That seemed as though it were familiar.
Perhaps it was the setting sun
In the scene that stirred the mem’ry
Of the woods behind a house I once shelled
Peas. It was not in my nature
To care for the wonder and/or
beauty of nature. I never did know
Why anyone would bother with
It. But I loved her, and she loved
It. This picture stirs a memory of
A place, but it is not that same place.

When You Love an Angel -an original poem

Today I saw an angel in her heavenly array.
In the glory of her face all the others fade away.

I saw her force a smile, push despair out of her eyes,
And then I saw a joy, a peace, that made her want to cry.

But it wasn’t me or mine that had a part to play,
‘Cept simply be around for her to say “Good day.”

What humbling so needful now, so painfully applied
For in your eyes, my love, I see
There’s no one in your eye.

The Mistress of My Dreams (I Condemn Myself) -an original poem

Peacefully I sleep and rest until she comes again,
(She always manages to.)
To disturb the peace I’ve cultivated
In the life I’ve separated from the acts of my past.
The guilt of my deeds haunts me
When she comes to serve notice.
“Have you come again, my dear mistress
To haunt and disturb?”
Yet this dove of innocence and love
Remains unmoved by my interrogation:
In stillness I do quake:
“Oh, Siren of my dreams, will there ever come a day when I am no longer in your service?”
A leaflet (the sentence of days gone by), old and dry,
With many bends and creases, tears and burns, falls gracefully upon me
As I lay resting (unrested) upon my bed:
“For corruption of innocence: 5 years.
For running: 5 years.”
And I weep,
Weep the tears of unsaving sorrow,
Dejection I only knew when I left her.
“Leave me be, sweet lady, my love.
I have moved on to be disturbed no more by my vow,
My hope against hope.
Five years I gave you, and five promised
Keep me bound in despair.
Release me from my oath
And we both may enjoy peace!

Dear Mother, will I ever be free or
Must I from night to night see this pure
And innocent face marred from the scars of my own hands?
Will your daughter ever be free from my memory
Or I from my guilt?”
My decade is not yet over.
My vow to love and to hurt remains.

And Then We Sang -An Original Poem


The start of May without the rain,
A Paschal day when children play,
Across the grass we took our rest
Feasting as God’s children, blest.
I met her there and learned her name,
“Christ is risen” in May we sang.

In time to pass we shared a meal,
All my old wounds had then been healed,
And in her hands I put my heart
And in a moment set apart
Her for me, and loved her name.
Together we were, and then we sang.

A sacrament, a mystery,
A sacred bond in which to be
Eternally wound up in love
And searching out the Father’s Dove,
Here in time she took my name,
Bound as one flesh. And then we sang.

Self-sacrifice, self-emptying,
A larger family meant to be
A cross, a joy. We work as one
Until a crown for us is won.
And when grandchildren had been named
One voice with all, indeed we sang.

And in that time which comes to pass,
God’s glory fully here at last.
True love rewarded with radiant bliss
Those gone before never more to miss,
Those who bear God’s holy name,
We all forever sang and sang.

A Curious Taste of Old – An Original Poem


Now there’s a taste I done forgot.
Might be ice cream or chocolot,
Or cookies and cream. Peanut butter?
Oh I know! It’s Nutter Butter!

Oh wait, no. I have another!
For sure it is not peanut butter.
Maybe Queen Anne’s chocolate cherries
Or even ranch dipped grapes or berries.

To find my taste may take a miracle.
Perhaps I simply want some cereal.
Oh I wish I could recall
Of that taste I had one Fall.

What if it’s OJ with some bacon?
That’s not how my breakfast’s taken,
No. A seasonal egg with cream?
This is all some awful dream.

It’s been an hour, and yet no luck.
At this point I may just eat a truck.
Oh wait! I know! A memory of old,
When I was a kid and was very bold!

Without a doubt it must be pudding
Of chocolate in a queer viewing:
Amid the toppings within a bun:
A burger with cheese, yes that’s the one!

The Prayer of the Arimathean – An Original Poem


I, Joseph, weep for my Lord.
The Son of David has been crucified.
The children of flesh, of their father the devil,
Not according to the promises,
Have struck the Shepherd
And all we like sheep have gone astray.
The bulls surrounded Him,
Like their fathers encamped around the prophets,
And He was poured out like water.
The One to Whom the government
Was given was wounded and bruised,
Though He opened not His mouth.

I was not afraid to approach Him
For I was not deceitful and
I paid my vows in God’s assembly,
Trusting the Lord from my heart and
Not from vain and empty lips.
Although I know the Law,
I do not know Your mysteries.
And though I teach righteousness,
I do not know what You have hidden.

You laid the foundation of the world,
And established Israel.
In the parting of the waters they were made.
You drew out Leviathan with a fishhook
And drowned Pharaoh with his army.
You placed the stars in the heavens,
And Your angels rejoiced.
You satisfied the wilderness with rain,
And, in Your power, Leviathan was given for food to beasts.
You gave the wind it’s weight
And made a way for the lightning.
The fear of You, You have said, is the beginning of wisdom
And to turn from evil is knowledge.

Israel angered You in the wilderness,
Yet You loved them
And gave them angels’ bread.
Though they provoked You,
You brought their children to the land You promised.
In faithfulness have You dealt with us,
And we repaid You with idolatry.
You gave us David, Your friend,
And You gave him an everlasting kingdom.
His son established the Temple
And, coming in fire, Your glory dwelt there.
But we would not turn away from our whoring,
Continually making sacrifice to demons
And persecuting Your prophets.
Therefore, You gave us up to the demons of the nations;
You have set Gentile rulers over us.
First Israel fell to Assyria,
Then Judah to Babylon.
Oh Lord, they have reigned over us until now.

I have searched, Oh God of Jacob.
I have searched the words of Your prophets.
I know Elijah has come and
Has baptized many in the Jordan.
I know the Christ comes after
And restores the kingdom to Israel.
I have seen Jesus, the Son of David.
I know what I have seen:
The heavens were opened
When the Son of David was immersed.
The blind man Bartimaeus can see,
The deaf man of Decapolis hear,
The leper of Galilee was cleansed,
And the dead were raised:
Jairus’ daughter and even Lazarus,
Who was three days dead.
He went up on a high place as Moses
And taught us a new Law.
He did not abolish the old one,
But fulfilled it in a word:
He loved us and taught the same.
He had compassion on many
And fed them with bread, as You did.
And so they wished for the
Death of Your Holy One;
They encircled the Righteous Man
Who they ambushed saying
“He opposes us and accuses us
Of sins against the law.
God will deliver His Son,
So let us test Him.”

But He did not revile,
Though they reviled Him.
He did not curse, but went to death.
At His cry, angels would have borne Him
And kept Him in their hands.
At His command, we would have fought,
But He rebuked His disciples for fighting
And kept them from the sword.
He was led like a lamb to slaughter
And in silence was He before His accusers.
So they beat Him
And He couldn’t be recognized;
They scourged Him.
They mocked Him, giving Him
A thorny crown and a purple garment.
But they were not yet content.
In their bloodlust they demanded Him crucified.
So the innocent Man was led away to die.

Oh Lord, my God, prove me to be wrong.
Let my understanding be of no account.
For I buried my King,
My Lord in whom I trusted.
I was a secret disciple,
But at His death was bold.
I spoke out in the council.
In the Sanhedrin I made my displeasure known.
So I was not afraid to ask for His body,
And in my tomb I laid Him.
I became like His father
Who saw Him in a cave at His birth;
Like the carpenter, a cave I gave Him to rest in.
So they arrested me for my kindness,
They have repaid evil for good
And heaped wrath upon themselves.
The soul of Your Righteous One
Is in Your hands, my God.
Let us receive Him again like Isaac.
Let Him be like Joseph who was thought dead,
And restore Him to us like Tobias
With Your angel, oh God.
I have hoped in You, my Refuge,
Let me not be put to shame.


A wonder! A mystery revealed to the sons of men and the hosts of heaven!
The Son of God is not kept in a tomb.
He who is born upon the Powers and Thrones
Who sits enthroned between the Cherubim
And dwells in darkness
Has made known to us the mystery of Godliness:
The Word of God, who laid the foundations of the world
By Whom the heavens were made,
Even He was made flesh
And has been vindicated by the Spirit
In the power of the Resurrection!
Therefore let us lay aside all earthly cares,
Setting our minds above,
For our Christ has endured the grave,
Though it could not endure Him.
And He has conquered death by His own death.

For in my chains He appeared to me.
In my despair He answered me.
I was rewarded for my faithfulness by Him;
I received the knowledge of His raising from Him.
“Arise oh God” I prayed,
And He did come forth.
“Judge the earth” I said,
And He has come.
He has come to judge the nations
And put the wicked Powers to shame.
He has canceled our debt
And the elementary spirits he has put to scorn.
Therefore all power is His
And He shall sit upon the throne of the Father.
He shall reign until His enemies have been crushed.
His kingdom will have no end,
And his holy ones,
Whose names are written in His book,
Will reign and shine like stars with Him.
He has become the first fruits of the dead,
And in all things He is first.

Rejoice, Israel!
Be glad, all you nations!
For the King of Glory has risen!
In Him shall all be blessed;
He has inherited the gates of His enemies,
And Japeth shall dwell in His tents!
Blessed forever is the kingdom
Of the Father, Son, and Spirit!


And the heavens filled with gladness!
God has made for her a crown,
A diadem for the glory of the cosmos,
And a Ruby in it to adorn with beauty.
To her, angels have attended.
To her also, peace was given.

By her smile I am filled with joy
And giddiness has overcome me:
My heart is humbled at the
Sight of her innocence and of her purity,
And my soul receives strength when I see her resting.
Establish Catherine, oh Lord,
Steadfast and immovable.

Enable us also, our life-
giving Trinity, to glorify Thy wisdom.

“Blessed are the Clean of Heart” – An Original Poem

I have crossed myself with the staff
Of the Seed of Jacob, my Lord and my God,
And I have been baptized in the Jordan with my Christ.
Oh God, deal well with me, Your servant,
Though I am not worthy of the least
Of all Your mercies or of Your Truth.

Deliver me, oh Lord, from the hand of my enemies
And from them who encircle me, Oh my supreme Joy,
Teaching me to keep my treasure on earth for moths and rust.
But You, oh God, deliver me and purify my heart,
For You said, “I will surely treat you well
And make you as the angels in the resurrection.”

Enable me, oh Lord, to wrestle until daybreak
That I might be filled because I hunger,
That I might receive Your blessing,
That I may see Your Face.

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