Why does the good always have to sit with all the rest?
You’re always having to fish it out of the pile –
everything a mess and a jumble!
Tag Archives: poetry
Re. Lent
Cookies are not what’s standing
between me and God
Storm at sea
We fail to note
He’s in the boat
Liturgy sweeps one up into it
That vexing, sweet puzzlement
of the life with God
Contemplation
If God gives you nothing,
then nothing is your bread
Heavenly pity
Christ lifts the fiery ball
and takes it to his Father.
Tears wet the blood-red flames.
“They’ve love, there is no other.”
Watching it go
But no,
it ain’t gonna happen!
Farmhouse nestled
In the night,
the field,
and the matrix of being
Sounds of the station
The hum of engines, whoosh of escalators,
beeps of card readers, footsteps,
words (“Ik was een
motiveringsbrief aan het schrijven”),
and the wheels of the cart
of the man who’s going to clean
In January
The sun lies
sluggishly in doubt
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