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In Small Noises I Call Silence

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In Small Noises I Call Silence

Cars seem silent in the early morning light
But the truth is I hear them out of sight.
A single car drives down my street but I
know the street soon turns to silence driving by.

The type of silence filled with wind reflecting
On leaves shhshhhing while birds chirp incoherently.
I also notice silence I’m inflecting
With head scratching and yawning, apparently

All of these things I do when I’m porch sitting.
Silence couldn’t succeed if it wanted to corrupt me
Unless it’s categorized and some how fitting
In small noises that always interrupt me.

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A Broken Lamp Unto My Feet

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A Broken Lamp Unto My Feet

I’ve dropped the lamp and broken the glass
Letting the fire come to mass
Leaving the past to be
Etched memory.

Purifying tongues acquire
Jesus Christ. Our Lord’s desire
Brings us more than we require
From the Holy Spirit’s fire.

Walking With the Potter

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Walking With the Potter

My friend stands on water
And waves at the waves
Watching water weave with me
Which wetly behaves
As it should in this instance
With fluid resistance
I cry out and call out
And ask for assistance.

His hand clenched my wrist
As my face hit the water
I toss and I twist
but the hands of the potter
have pulled me from slip and surround me.
The world is still turning around me,
Unfocussed until I stop spinning
To stand and embrace this beginning.

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The Creative Bug

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The Creative Bug

“I’m striving for mediocrity”  she answers.
“I fly to the light bulb, but can’t get in.
Me and the others are the dancers
They never let in.”

That bug strives to be mediocre.
She falls to the ground after hitting
The light bulb, I poke her,
Asking her why she’s just sitting

On the ground
To be found
Still.

Still, she is mine.
And everything we do screams
“We’re doing fine”
Without chasing our dreams.

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A Generic, Cut-and-Pasted Happy Birthday

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A Generic, Cut-and-Pasted Happy Birthday

I know you or I don’t know you, but I guess either way
I’ll cut and paste a message of what I’d like to say.
So happy birthday so-and-so, enjoy this rhymed relay
From bonjourpoetry dot com and have a bless-ed day.

This is something I wrote to have something to write on facebook walls for people’s birthdays.

A Quick Clothing Check as We Sit, Stand, and Kneel

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A Quick Clothing Check as We Sit, Stand, and Kneel.

Like a good catholic, I sit in the back with
My eyes on the whole congregation.
We modesty check for an odd to see speck
Of skin that distracts concentration.

As sure as I am there’s the sign of the cross,
There are rows of people that check for the loss
Of backsided coverage from clothing scrunched up
Or a skirt that gets straightened from being bunched up.

There’s that guy with his pants that he lifts past his belly
By ringing his thumb round his belt, you can tell he
Has done this for ages, this unsubtle move.
I call it a prayer, this pantaloon groove.

Some may pick wedgies out from their behind,
While I sit behind out of sight out of mind
Some do a shirt-flap and let their shirt hover
Before landing in for a straightened, butt cover.

Sometimes it is simply the swipe of the hand
A motion that all of us now understand
Results from the praise that our bodies reveal,
A quick clothing check as we sit, stand and kneel.

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Confession

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Confession

On a walking pilgrimage, we washed our clothes by hand
I hurried through the process, but I came to understand
I was cleaning all my clothes so that they didn’t smell,
But I should have cleaned for purity as well.

I wanted to get out the dirt and the grime
Scrubbing away as quickly as I could,
But there was a woman there who would take her time
To clean her clothes the way I knew I should.

Undoubtedly I needed to get the stains out.
That wasn’t questioned in my mind,
The question came when I began to doubt
The cleanliness of clean parts I would find.

The woman cleaned her clothes like I should clean my soul
Letting purity and cleanliness replace
An apathetic nature that spins out of control
choosing “good enough,” instead of gifted grace.

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I based this poem on a story Fr. Dave Pivonka told during an episode of Franciscan University Presents.  He writes more on his pilgrimage experience in his book, Hiking the Camino.