New Poem: Harvey’s Legacy of Love
He was a carrot juice enthusiast, a leather vest wearing oilman, a dyslexic entrepreneur, an owner of 28 patents…
He was a carrot juice enthusiast, a leather vest wearing oilman, a dyslexic entrepreneur, an owner of 28 patents…
As we humbly linger in the vigil of Advent,
the whole world holds its breath.
A lot of us around here saw this awesome sunset. I know because we were all talking about it.
Unplug, unplug, unplug
that devious, subtle, concealed,
and sometime overheated
projector of lies.
In the name of the daybreak
and the eyelids of morning
and the wayfaring moon
and the night when it departs…
It’s a miracle / With all that’s happened this year / That I got to come.
Consider two plus two equals four
In the farthest reaches of the universe
In every language, for every race and species
For rich, poor, educated or not
It is the same.
Flames dance,
embers fly,
raindrops singe,
the campfire cries.
Howls rise up over the wind’s refrain…
I am brimming
with awe and gratitude
for reciprocal connection
experienced and realized
this communion Sunday.