Monday, September 21, 2015


Wind like the water, sculpts, or sculpted,
Ruffling the fauna, combed by the flora,
Pollen or plankton, swirl and dusts all.
Trees, corals swayed swaying in vaulted

Zephyrs' breathe deeply Aurora's first dew,
As waters consume silt in foraging depths,
Cool condensation paints every leaf and life,
As stirred sands living elements eschews,

Tempests churn cumulus, brawl breakers,
Branches bend, and bow, like laundry lilts,
Ferns and kelp more firmly shift and sway,
Naiads and sylphs, in pas de deux, o'er acres,


Sunday, August 23, 2015


Air infused white prisms, imprisons,
The weary daylight lingers ethereal,
And Sol himself, diffused through air,
Stills all things in mystical liaisons,

Mist fall, dissolve mount, mountain,
Dusk delays the burning of the skies.
Birds, beasts, and trees, and you and I,
Boundless of bark, fur, feather and skin,

Heavens sickly falter, pales as impaled,
The sun, o'er horizons' sword unsheathed,
Mists cede to love's sacred crimson dying,
Sliver at world's edge, seeing beyond the vale,

Friday, June 26, 2015

Out of Pott

In all of God’s worlds, in the whole of creation,
Never has there been, nor will be, such a being,
Philosopher, editor, sharp-witted contrarian,
Endless communication, not once a key keying.

The son of a preacher would reform the tradition,
Climbing Calvin’s Ladder above the theological fray,
Yet grounded by Gwen’s unexpected expectation,
Blazing terminal inertia with Eerdmans did he stay.

Stay he did, through Presidents Johnson through Obama,
Authors, colleagues bettered, as iron sharpens stone,
Able to better any author, from Calvin to the Dalai Lama,
Would they have listened to him loquaciously intone. 

His craft extends from books to persons unaware,
A desk for a boat, time for friends, for grandchildren,
Wishes and prayers, as he fares where he will fare,
Many will miss the wise steps of our fellow pilgrim.

Grace for the days ahead,
Gratitude for the days behind,
Bittersweet the moment,
Until we fellowship,

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Mwanzo (1)

Our days are measured in suns or moons,
Rising and falling o'er the dome of the sky,
A friendship, unexpected, echoes the miles,
A canticle resonates as our chasmal sigh,
Crescendos, hearts read like ancient runes,
Kueleweka. (2)

Calendar pages, like rose pedals, bloom,
Wilt in potpourri balm, and bloom again,
A love, precipitous, overtakes defenses,
Grace imparts, release, and oh, I ascend,
On Spirit breath, ethereal as a plume,
Ukombozi. (3)

 Kenya-called, my muse found me still,
The orange flame rose and fell o'er Africa,
Seeing and being seen, while yet unseen,
Divine, upendo(4) ushers twain in a Basilica,
Both school and church, woven in twill,

Now, a cycle of seasons in the path of Sol,
Promises and pronouncement hearth fire,
Which burns and warms my life and yours,
'Though days may bring woe amid desire,
In faith, Renita, our fellowship is whole.

1. "Beginning" in Swahili
2. "Understood" in Swahili
3. "Deliverance" in Swahili
4. "Love" in Swahili
5. "Covenant" in Swahili
6. "Forever" in Swahili


Friday, May 8, 2015


And how did God in mortal frame,
Broken, bloodied, crumpled flesh,
The will that sustains each orbital,
Worlds, stars, galaxies, or particles.
One moment weakened in a creche,
Then upon the cross of our infamy,
His last breath spares us the blame.

And how did death hold him near,
Organs and organelles pulse none,
The love that sustains each love,
Loveless in Hades icy fire burns.
One moment the universe embraced,
Then into a tomb entombed remains,
The light put out with nail and spear.

And why did the gaping maw surrender,
The fire that fires all stars and loves,
The burning soul rights each equation,
Beauty and  truth, fearful in symmetry,
Emerges in this One son of a woman,
Scarred by human life and death, forever,
Humanity in Divinity in lasting splendor.

And how this longing is ever kindled,
That all ever be life unto love unto life,
Beloved, though bones and hearts break,
Sip wine, eat bread, plunge below waters,
Blood, body, burial; sacraments of salvation,
Gifts that foretaste the divine fellowship.
In joy, eyes watered; in fear, limbs trembled.


Sunday, February 15, 2015


As each day is born as auroral fires,
Cascade crimson o'er horizon's line,
And dawn's glow seeps through lids,
The world --as if rising through liquid,
In view and suddenly fully entwines,
You and I, our dreams and our desires.

As each day embarks on its own story,
Sol arises, this day lost in ashen shroud,
Machines and mitosis plot time's trails,
Our world -- affixed,  towed along rails,
Oft  inert -- though like gods endowed,
To reach and touch the realms of glory.

As each day pales as shadows overtake,
Spreading colorless paint o'er every hue,
Touch benumbed through words misspoken,
This world of loving shoots stiffens oaken,
Eschew that this love born to me and you,
Grieves that raptures' embers' cool or slake.

As each day to night's dark cedes the stage,
And lunar light hearkens howls and bays,
Limbs enfold and faces face and breathe,
The air where embrace will gently wreathe,
Covenant kiss: I will lay where you will lay,
This day, this night, into the coming age.

She is mine,
I am hers.

Monday, January 19, 2015

Greatest Good

And when my wandering wanderings end,
When my foot-stepping feet cannot turn back,
The great light has rolled over the orb's bend,
Skies don red robes they soon shed for black.

A woman somewhere, she is my very home,
And the closing of my eyes her eyes will own.

When auroral lights escape their box and beam,
My feet will seek out that very shortest route,
Returning to her, leaving the world of dream,
Renita my Grace, of this there is no doubt.

My love,
My delight,
My home.