well wishing
(tossing coins)
I hope it is a good night
for you
if a dark night of the soul
a time with turmoil from confusion
or from fear
or from confusion’s fear
more hopefully
or maybe a time of easy rest through
the dark that could go
peacefully
to dawn
or whatever hour
serves
for rising as a new day
for you
however night goes
God is with you
with you
anyway
if
to think on our own failing
actions fixable
(they
are)
and sometimes lovable
from
endearing flaws
we are these wonderful mixtures
after all
are
we not
oh
and if working third shift
then I hope it’s
good rest for you by day
to have the hours
as
impulsive night
and night for all
its goodness
and its call to rest
to you
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photo by Luo JunHao on Unsplash
when I searched “sleep” and “night” and such for images, the searches came back with so many photos of cats—more than people, more than dogs—which says something about us, I imagine
[haiku of the funeral]
common the remains
of by world and word a pope
framed in love to earth
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photo by Nicolas Weldingh on Unsplash
of John 3:17
for God
did not send
the child of God
into
the world
to condemn the world
but that
through the child
the world
and all the world
might
be saved
for God so loved
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photo by Steve Johnson on Unsplash
the good season that lasts
the week after
time of discipleship
like being free of Pharaoh
free
now
of similar devils
new obligations based
on old beliefs
and
now
regeneration
not an easy life
in the spirit
old and new temptations
to parry
disillusionment as
after
last Friday
until the vigil moment
Sunday
which is maybe how sometimes
faith
appears
fast like a bird
settling like
rain
a life re-breathed
a new season that in temperate climes
speaks to changing colors
and
thermometer degrees
and while these quarters will continue
the life
in the spirit
we know
now
shall not have an end
as long as we’re inclined
and others
all of us go on
face the choice
to belong
adhere
and have renewed breath
in the new time
in the gathering that is church
only people
by
its Greek definition
and goodness the soft
yoke
the easy
weighted burden
which faith allows
maybe
hopes near all traditions
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first full week of the Easter season
photo by Julia Elliot on Unsplash
an announcement of a new book of poetry
Coming soon: Tranquility: An Anthology of Haiku by Literary Revelations
Gabriela Marie Milton (editor)
The world is grim, and I continue to pray that each of us on this planet will have peace and light.
Amidst all these, Literary Revelations is preparing to release Tranquility: An Anthology of Haiku. May the book bring beauty and a moment of meditation and calm to the lives of those who read it.
This book is a book of poetry as well as a book of art.
As I wrote in the foreword to this book, “Each haiku redefines temporality as an axis mundi. Think about it.” Our relation with ourselves and divinity begins and ends in us. I hope the beauty of this book will make you think so.
--Gabriela
peace is elusive
though peace lives inside each so
access irony
clc—admittedly more about nature that is human (alone) rather than outside (too or first)
photo by Anton Sobotyak on Unsplash
Mars Not for the Taking
Who owns the moon
Who wants it
Besides Gru
Someone who thinks the mineral rights
Would be glad to take
And to provide through
Taking
And so make the other Earthers pay
Who owns Mars
But that the same agendas
Work
And again the rest on Earth to pay
And
What kinds of lessons will we learn
When we are truly
There
And other places
And the ones before us
Say
Sorry
Wrong number
Phone elsewhere
And then
In a seriousness of Spaceballs
We will decide to take their
Air
So we may have it
And the progenitors
No longer
And keep on this track of
Piracy
And war
Until the cosmos
Squish us out
By the things
Always bigger than
Ourselves
And had we read
The appendix of the guide
That said
Don’t ever do this
And now panic
For
So many things were
And are given
Without
The taking
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for Earth Day and even Easter week
all the things trademarked or copyrighted that I cite or to which I allude I do not own and make no money from (no more than Earth or the moon, Mars, Phobos, or Deimos)
Photo by NASA Hubble Space Telescope on Unsplash
amigo ausente
well
I’m sorry
I know I should be glad
that he’s in heaven
now
but I liked him
liked his presence
even in
the way-distant way I knew it
knew him
I like
the name he chose
I like the way he tried
I don’t like the way
that we heard
and he looked ill
and now
that’s not a problem
but I liked his look
of love on Earth
and now
we won’t have
save in pictures and maybe
in the same wide way
a new one
new papa
I wish I could have visited
and heard him chat with friends
(are
popes allowed
to have
friends)
to have heard the Spanish
easy on his lips like home
heard an easy laugh
from him
at something
a friend without expectations
might have said
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photo by Fr. Daniel Ciucci on Unsplash
rest with
rest with
I think of thick
cloth
maybe with a scent of earth
and what is
the scent of resurrection
I don’t know
the face
for fear
for shame of looking
but I can’t help
but rest
against the folds
and a little ways
inside
I rest
and I don’t know the surface
of the ground
beneath
it could be firm
it could be clouds
if could
be fire
but for the company
I’ll keep resting
maybe fall
asleep
daring and remarkable
in the Earth-turning
and somehow homely presence
of the Lord
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for Easter Monday
photo by Clément Falize on Unsplash
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