Psalm 43
miracle-song
a miracle of unexpected grace
I paraphrase while reading a
line of text, which in fact ends
differently
but maybe that is what miracle
is, unexpected science and
grace, an unplanned gift from
divinity,
which we need so badly (or so
well)
no judgment in receiving, who
is worthy (who is not), no more
than in evaluating the giver
something is saved, and that’s
what matters:
material of miracles making up
the rest
Not a Trick
Easter is a surprise, the
Rabbit out of the hat, one
Might wryly think
From where and when
Comes the trick-tradition
From Easter and the tomb,
I think, and Spring, generally,
In the land and from the
Time and place in which
Top Hats were popular
Something living retrieved
Out of nothing—something
Drawn out from the void
The rabbit is fecund (rabbits
Always are, aren’t they?),
The hat circular for the cycle
Of mortality, moving in
An immortal way
Hoping that, in coming ‘round,
One will pass the door to
Eternity, maybe to pause
There
Our magic with the rabbit
Is illusion—dedicated that
Way—but here’s what is
Real: the pure, created one
Has escaped the rounded
Maw of death, leaving (this
Time real) magic words working
As miracle
What is lifted now is living
Truth to behold
No applause needed or any
Desired, for this is grace
The cost of admission offered
Always, for all, a price to us
That’s free
Hanukkah Unto the Earth
(on the first full day of
Hanukkah, my time)
Hanukkah means to dedicate
The miracle was that the Temple
Could be dedicated, repaired of
Damage in the holy place, though
Still a vital need of oil for light
No oil found, then only in a
Small amount—and yet the
Temple space was sanctified
Because the light burned bright
For days, well beyond
The oil’s given time
Who doesn’t need light and
Miracle? We all need
To celebrate these, don’t we
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