Clear the Clutter

 

How did it get this way?

Decades and decades of accumulation

Yet there is assemblance of order

 

Piles of journals hand written

The books   volumes of books

Religious topics   art   literature

 

I told you this would cause discourse in the world

 

Clothes mostly cotton hardly worn

Even God killed an animal (first death in Bible)

To cover Adam and Eve

Then Cain killed Abel

 

I told you there is blood on the cotton

 

Fill some boxes big boxes

With projects incomplete

Or interrupted unrealized

Hoped for

 

I told you the rest let go

Clear the Clutter

Speak Now

. . . . . . exploring Psalm 34:8

 

All night a deep sleep

Some call this near death

 

Wakeup

Feel the breath

Hear birds alarms wind

The mind returning

 

Feel the glorious aches and pains

Smell the burnt lentils

Still in the air from yesterday

“Taste and see that the Lord is good.”

 

Now speak

Speak Now

Iconoclasts

 

Who has seen the veil of Veronica?

The image of dark eyes dark skin Jesus?

What happened in the Byzantine Empire?

The old icons and images forbidden.

 

This is not the one we told you about.

Blue eyed blonde skin a different Jesus.

We will not worship will only venerate.

Look upon with feelings of deep respect.

 

This is the one painted over with white

“Whitewashing” Jesus from His Jewish roots.

The European Jesus here today

or the 1st century Jesus we pray.

 

His message was deeper than savior too.

He spoke of the Kingdom of God and you.

 

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NaPoWriMo prompt to write sonnet

2 Cor 11:4


 

Iconoclasts

Little Fox

At the edge of the cedar grove on a partly cloudy with chance of rain day,
a red fox came out of the fox hole. As was the custom of foxes, this small
animal would hide in the brush and pounce on an unsuspecting rabbit or bird,
mouse or squirrel, at times find a fresh roadkill or a fish by the stream.
Lately the fox had taken to hanging around the primitive shed roof shack
where I sIt at the window watching for its appearance; it curious and seeking food
and myself curious and seeking a glimpse of its sleek reddish fur and bushy tail.
Just as I feared that the fox was not going to show itself today, there it is.
Right there. See the red against the green? Look under the big cedar tree. Look
to the left of the garden. See. Now the fox is moving towards the garden
where yesterday it dug holes and chewed the bark of a grapevine.
We watch as the fox enters the garden and past the newly emerging pea plants,
the sprouting spinach and past the early forming strawberries. A tap on the glass
and off it runs.

Catch us the foxes,
The little foxes
that ruin the vineyards –
For our vineyard is in blossom.
The Song of Songs 2:15

Little Fox