Friday, November 28, 2008

Crescent Moon

I opened the heavy book

And the crescent moon

Shone in my eyes

Each time I reached

To touch the moon

It shrank until it was

The tiniest sliver of light

Floating on page 56

Next to the stars on page 57

I turned to the back of the book

To look at the index

And it read Miracles, page 102

I quickly turned the pages

To see if it were true

95, 98, 101…104

The End

Saturday, November 22, 2008


I have come to bring comfort to the table

To find a table of comfort

And to be comforted.

Thousands have come before me

Searching for comfort

But comfort is hidden ‘neath a veil of sorrow

Beneath the blue waves of misery

Comfort can be found

In smoky rooms of angst and heartache

Tables are laden with comfort

I have come for the table of comfort

Burdened with the woes of our fathers

The table creaks and moans with comfort

Each person sits comfortably at the table

One after another reach out for comfort

And the table gives comfort to all

Both the impatient and the patient are comforted

Even when the table is cleared of comfort

Still there is comfort for everyone

Where comfort has not been found before

I have not come to comfort anyone

Only to find comfort for myself

When I find comfort I will be

Wrapped in a blanket of comfort

Comfortable at last in the room of comfort

Only then will I offer comfort

To the silent bystander who stands by

And pleads for comfort from me

His supplication has been heard

And he will not leave uncomforted.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Clair de Lune

Passage to the dark cathedral

priests disguised

as dancers in black masks

and lurid robes

Vanishing into the shadows

of secret chambers

love offers

suitable favors

Radiant calm

flows imperceptibly

past the quiet arbor

into the vast unknown