Bottom of a Well

At the bottom of a well

the circle of light above

looks small and moon-like.

I need a rocket ship for

rescue, but when that 

is not forthcoming

a friend will have to do,

and the humility to

accept the help offered.

***

Te Deum

The click of plastic CD cases 

sets a cadence for musical exploration

in the used CD shop on Kirkwood.

The novelty of digital sound is still 

a relatively new and exciting experience for

those who grew up on cassette tapes.

I am in the jazz section ploughing 

through some John Coltrane 

feeling a love supreme when

I suddenly come full stop on 

“Te Deum” somehow misplaced 

in this part of the shop.

It is my Russian friend who made 

high recommendation of Arvo Pärt

and the name itself has me intrigued.

I hurry home and pop it into the player.

The lush yet sparse music penetrates me

like an existential dagger.

It is like a small hole has appeared

in the fabric of space-time revealing the 

Kingdom that was, and is, and is to come,

Amen.

***

Couch in my Pocket

I want a couch in my pocket

that I can pull out whenever 

I need, cup it in my hands,

and with a few warm puffs

it expands to full size, poof.

No water needed just moist

air from deep inside my chest

that makes necessity of want

in a world that is too much.

Pardon me, I must lie down.

***

Grace is a Pale Blue Orb

Grace is a pale blue orb

offered by selfless hands,

received into an open heart.

Like the earth seen from the moon,

the depths of its beauty can 

only be imagined in part.

It is life, it is love, 

it is a death that frees one from dying,

passed from the Divine to us all

(parent to child)

but if that chain is broken by some terrible tragedy

it can still be found through the hole 

that has formed from our suffering.

***