I reached out to take your hand
we caught a patch of slush and slid into a ditch,
striking the passenger side into a hill
but we’re fine, everyone’s fine
we pull out
rent a car
and book our time with insurance-sanctioned
and I’m holding your hand again
because things are just things,
but we’re fine,
so everything’s fine.
“I found this angel in the parking lot,” she said,
“Is it good luck?”
“Could be,” I said.
“I stepped on it,” she said, “by accident.”
“Broken angel, sounds like all of us,” I said.
She smiled and walked away,
carrying the keepsake with pride.
I have friends who were gay. Lovely people. I know people have differing views on this subject, but I have studied the Scripture and looked at the history. I have heard their stories and shared in their vlives. Honestly, I think that the Biblical prohibition and the inherited lifestyle are two different things. Apples and oranges. Maybe I am wrong, and of course I shall pay the consequences at the end of time. If so. Or maybe I am right and we are forcing millions of people, Christians and non-Christian, into isolatation from the very Gospel we hold so dear. If I know anything from personal testimony, it’s that Christ’s love is for everyone. If I get in through the pearly gates, sounds likely equal opportunity to me.
You walk in while I’m in the midst of yoga
“Sorry to interrupt”
but you have nothing to be sorry for
that’s what love is:
an interruption of the self
and expansion of the mind,
my world shaken like a mixed drink
Interrupt me again and always
my ways, my days
because I love you dearly
Sitting apart from you
on the carpet as
the cat plays with what-cha-ma-callit
a few feet away
I am so happy
as the spring rolls
in and the room is hot and wonderful
I could gaze at you forever
Cheers to you,
delight of my passing days!
I love you
the way you talk and the way you move
your curves and the work of your hands
I love that I am yours
and you are mine
and that we are in this thing together
You are more than at my side
You ARE my side
and that’s Biblical
My Eve, mother of all that is good
I love you I love you I love you
My darling, the one the only you
Thank you for choosing me
as I have chosen you
today tomorrow and always
The other day I bought a homeless man a guitar.
He promised he’d do all kinds of good things with it,
you know, to sell his worthiness to me.
But I didn’t buy it for that reason,
I bought it cuz he wanted a guitar.
I haven’t heard from him since the transaction,
but a pastor friend tells me he plays it all the time.
DO what is good, not because of the outcome
but because it is good.
Sometimes, it pays off in ways
you could never have imagined.