Category Archives: Poems

Holy Thursday (II)

I wash their little feet
in a simple white tub
where the water is warm
and they want to stay forever.

Lavender and frankincense
rise with the steam
where love is taught
and patience comes with service.

The towel is soft,
the lotion soothes,
and now their eyes
shine with stars,

unbroken light from
the ages, how it shines
brilliant in my eyes,
washing away all our mistakes.

Color

I am not a short thought
in the mind of God.  I am
not all light and love.

I see the red-winged black birds,
sentries above the bramble.  Do I
stand guard, do I block the light?

I do not hold together in one piece,
see how my love lay filtered out:
patience, kindness, mercy,

and the sediment:
pride, anger, judgment.
My cup is not clear,

but see the cloudy drink
break the light into color:
whose light breaks that does not shine?