Posted by: John | September 29, 2015

A New Mindset

If the Beatitudes were attitudes
for the multitudes,
there’d be less need for Quaaludes.

Posted by: John | September 27, 2015

Mountain & Valley

For a mountain top
experience to mean anything
you have to have spent
some time down in the valleys.

Posted by: Lisa | September 22, 2015

September Haiku

Autumn breeze
billows flags at harbor’s edge:
Dreams take flight


Heavy gray clouds
float in, threatening rain —
Yet Sun’s above


Blue awnings
flanked by red and yellow leaves:
Good morning!


Posted by: Lisa | September 21, 2015


God says:
Don’t make this life
too complicated… just
get through all the stupidity
and silly stuff — then
you get to be with Me.
It’s simple. Just trust.

Posted by: Lisa | September 21, 2015


You know, God, this world
is crazy — You made it so…
While waiting for You,
we do stupid shit. See?
This life drags on and on
to us, while to You
a thousand years are
as a day. Right?
Pardon our stupidity.
We are lonely, depressed —
tired of waiting. We want
You — but you seem
to delay, O Lord….
We do stupid shit
because we’re tired
of waiting — but You know,
we only want YOU!

Posted by: Lisa | September 20, 2015


Born on Ash Wednesday,
the pattern’s set:
celebration is mourning
and mourning is celebration.
The hermitess journeys far
without leaving her cell —
burning within and without.

Perhaps a bit of eye make-up
to brighten the day,
but the nearest color is gray.
Perhaps roasted S’mores tonight,
but the merry flames blacken
amid the fight — ah,

She remembers this joy:
a pleasant life-long task,
a most uncommon vocation —
to suffer, to lose, to cry,
as treasures turn to ash.

Nuns in their monasteries are
never called to such poverty
or distress as the ashen
hermitess within
the embers of her heart aglow —
poised to flash.

Posted by: Lisa | September 19, 2015


Fog hovering over the cemetery.
Very mystical.

Posted by: John | September 16, 2015

A Seeker

If a seeker becomes a seer
will she still be a seeker?
Will she not also always
be a doer?

Posted by: Lisa | September 2, 2015

Once Again

Once again, these stones,
down in the damned darkness:
How the hell does this happen?
From the bright wedding feast,
the ecstatic bridal chamber —
to the dank, cool tomb of bones.
I scream and scream, praying
someone will hear; then gasping
in awe, I know here, now:
This place as heaven’s womb.

Posted by: Lisa | September 1, 2015

In Your Gaze

Dwelling in heaven:
Your tender penetrating gaze
impregnates me now.

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