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Yellow Dutch Iris
to Grow Bulbs
if the earth were wax
the yellow sunlight flame
altar does it grow from?
not blame the pagans
could not light the fire
a different candle
the starlight kindled it
Preparing for Takeoff
courtesy of Pennsylvania Game
Commission, HDOnTap and Comcast Business
GREAT GREEN WOOD
were two eaglets left and right
one of dawn, the one of night
loved their nest but would not fly
for them it was too high
their instinct drew them through
barrier of what they knew
they met an open space
those branches interlaced
and forest, field and lake
to see and theirs to take,
and fish and fish and meat,
above, His Judgment Seat
who found that all was good
sky, the nest, the great green wood
Locust (Robinia pseudoacacia) in
by MDC staff
Missouri Department of Conservation
LEAVES OF THE LOCUST
lace spun by the intricate leaves of the locust
them lies on the road a pallid harvest
thin blossoms like dust of the fallen proud
it of these as that all of our flesh must rot?
spirits may blossom in love and some may not?
might be that God in His wisdom has so decided
why not the spirits of evil who turn to hate?
they be cast, decay to a perishing state
the souls of true love spring up again to live?
then the spirit’s Defender, the Paraclete
moves to the front of the court, the Judgment Seat
declares that they are His own, they too return
even if once they loved then fell from grace
leaves of the locust will be to them green lace
only for loving of them they will be saved
penultimate stages of Parkinson’s
a wheelchair and tremors presenting
was robust and a builder of houses
a handful, his wife says, standing beside him,
if he’s unable to hear her or speak—
if he were not a true man but a problem
to press himself up to his walker
back again to the seat of his chair
will only grow weaker and walk again never
can it be, the child born robust
fail so completely though nothing at fault
God in Heaven, how can that be just?
Job and the martyrs, the children of Dresden
Hiroshima, Kiev and Warsaw
of the infants of Auschwitz, and London
who survive and those who must perish
were they born to go through so much?
should the innocent suffer then vanish?
only say this: Pray for an answer
meek as a small child might be
it be Parkinson’s, tormenting cancer
dwelling of Light rose up in reply
of the blessed in praise in their orbit
all is made well, that no one shall die
Grant Wood (1891–1942),
Day, there is no planting
of planting left this Earth
by wounds of our long ploughing
pierced His brow and made Him bleed
a ploughshare through His side
on that day we drop no seed
of the simple farmer
by him to this New World
by the clever
day by day while grain still rises
who see and can remember
how Christ rose to the sky
left his shabby house across the street,
our bell and stood there without guile,
his apologies as neat
a false excuse, without denial
words, I granted him no trust
said I would see this before I would:
drunkenness of his because he must
by how he lived some rectitude
fourteen-year-old son forsake cannabis
cigarettes for these are both illegal—
boy had contacts thuggish and a menace,
have searched the house, the stench is foul
words that we would like to say
never will although we know we ought,
words, though dream of them we may—
stood there till he faded from my thought
IS A WANDERING SHOWER OF RAIN
is a wandering shower of rain
the garden of God
the soul is immortal
sun is a finch that sings on a tree
the garden of God
the spirit goes on
to the end is the shadow thrown
the glory of God
He walks in the cool of the evening
|The Poetry of
Chichikov / Last modified May 28, 2017/
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