Under the canopy resting and weary
too much success for Jonah
who brought a word to Nineveh
the people repented
and Jonah was angry with God
How can such a warring people
find salvation from you God
then the worm came
ate the tree
no more shade
dVerse prompt on shade
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
I told you the rest let go
. . . . . . exploring Psalm 34:8
All night a deep sleep
Some call this near death
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.”
Poet is Priest
Holy to the task
Sacrifice at the altar
of turquoise and jasper
NaPoWriMo prompt to use the first line of another person’s poem.
This is the first line of Allen Ginsberg’s poem Death to Van Gogh’s Ear!
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.
NaPoWriMo prompt to write sonnet
2 Cor 11:4
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