Sunday, March 31, 2013

SUMMIT


Transfiguration:  Armando Alemdar Ara  (public domain)   

Matt 17: 1-13 

Erie, Pennsylvania

Starbucks
corporate living room 
could be anywhere

Nat King Cole
providing background sounds

I’m pondering 
a biblical summit meeting: 

Christ transfigured, 
locked in conversation 
with Moses and Elijah, 

But what they’re talking about – 
I don’t know. 

At the table 
next to mine 
a gray-haired 
heavy set 
black man 
has made himself at home 
with crossword puzzles, newspapers, 
and a brown, leather bound bible – prominent. 

I had a feeling 
he’d know 
and wouldn’t mind 
my asking: 

“Excuse me, are you a student of scripture?” 

“Yes.” 

“Jesus on the mountain; 
Peter, James, and Andrew. 
Jesus talking to Moses and Elijah, 
what were they talking about?” 

“Mathew 17,” he said, 
 “Peter, James, and John,” he corrected; 

“Jesus was thanking them 
for paving the way, 
and promising them 
he would continue the work.” 

“The work? What work?” 

“Redemption, son. It’s all about redemption." 

And that was that, 

a matter of fact; 

Even as Nat King Cole
lost his baby 
and almost lost his mind, 

Even in Erie, Pennsylvania, 

Even at Starbucks: 

It’s all about Redemption.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

THE RAISING OF LAZARUS John 11: 1-43




Even Jesus
   Must have been
     frightened
   as he reached
   into darkness

    wrenched
    the spirit
     from sleep

     and forced it
          back
          into
     his friend’s
          body.

Even He
   Must have been
     amazed
     as Lazarus rose
     from his stinking tomb
and nature roared in protest.

Even He
   Must have trembled        
     shocked by his own
         arrogance.

Lazarus -
bewildered,
weeping, 
stumbled and collapsed
into Jesus' arms.

Then
and only
then
and never
again

world

without

end.

Friday, March 15, 2013



AT THE WELL
                                      
(John 4:  4-42)






In the long shadowed evening
   In the first quiet of the day
He sat at the well’s edge
   And brushed a pebble
   Down to Jacob’s water.

She walked
   Across the shadows
Balancing a jar on her head
   With her shadow
     Clinging to her.

Who is this,                                      
   She wondered,
And as the pebble touched water
   All her secrets
    Rippled between them.

He asked for a drink
She opened her heart
He told her everything
   She forgave him.

And though she gave Him water

    He would cry,

     “I…thirst!”