Lenten Poems

Saturday

2007-04-07T18:41:00.000-04:00

Who will roll the stone away
from our hearts?
they are hungry graves
fiery and dark
but inside of each
glows the same light
that lit the belly of the whale
that went before the Israelites
and if we can't move the stone
neither can we snuff that flame
which burns until you come, to break the stones
and rend the veil.

The Harrowing of Hell

2007-04-06T08:05:00.000-04:00

Where did your spirit go
after you gave it up?
To that other desert,
at the heart of the earth?
Where each of us waited,
weeping from the heat
for you to overpower the guard
and take his keys.

Death at the Oasis

2007-04-05T16:37:00.000-04:00

You had been hungry
but now you eat
the final meal
at the end of history

The desert couldn't kill you
or the devil tempt
but in the garden
you give yourself up
into the hands of men

Judas and the Elders

2007-04-04T18:08:00.000-04:00

Judas stands in the street
turning a coin in his hand
for just a moment longer
before he goes in

The Pearl of Great Price

2007-04-03T16:08:00.000-04:00

Mary, you perfume his head
you anoint his feet
and wipe them clean with your own hair
not knowing why you weep

and the widow drops her mite
and listens to it ring
for a moment before her heart
reminds her it is hungry

the men spoke in riddles,
arguments, and dreams
but the women understood
you were worth everything

The Temple Cleansed

2007-04-02T15:42:00.000-04:00

You knew what was in a man
you could see our hearts
and that within a day
the palm branches would be ground to dust
but still you rode that humble beast
through the gates of your city
and in the temple, broke the cages
of the birds, and set them free.

The Fortieth Day

2007-03-31T09:37:00.000-04:00

After forty days, maybe
the desert felt like home
and the city on the hill
seemed strange and foreign
but the Spirit that drove you out
led you back again
along the stony path
between the brambles
back to the road again
that led up to Jerusalem
into the heart of the city
where the soldiers and crowds waited.

Turning Toward Jerusalem

2007-03-30T09:03:00.001-04:00

Jerusalem, Jerusalem
where all the prophets die at last
I long to gather you in
even as I turn toward my death.

And Angels Came and Attended Him

2007-03-29T11:01:00.000-04:00

What did the angels bring you?
a sip of wine, a crust of bread
a bowl of water for your feet
rich cloth to shade your head?
But this was not the miracle:
the miracle was you,
who made the angels and the earth
submitting to need as we do.

The Devil Vanished From The Desert

2007-03-28T07:00:00.000-04:00

That was all it took:
a handful of words
the devil vanished from the desert
the world was pure

Away From Me, Satan!

2007-03-27T16:21:00.000-04:00

Away from me, Satan!
I have read the book
I have seen the end of time
I know that you
are not even a puff of air
not even a single word
just an accusing voice
we will forget we ever heard.

The Lust of the Eyes

2007-03-26T10:07:00.000-04:00

All of this can be yours
and for such a small price:
what man ever really wanted
eternal life?
This life is a joke, or trick
or a punishment
unless you can get the things
that make it worth living.
Take the Roman gold,
or the Egyptian tombs
the American forests
waiting for history to bloom;
fill your pockets with the towers
other men stare at in awe
robe yourself in skins and feathers
take the stars, take it all.
All I ask in return
is a small consideration:
a favor so small
it hardly bears mention:
bend your knee, worship me--
and what can worship be worth
compared with all the jewels
and mysteries of this earth?

Ararat

2007-03-24T11:13:00.000-04:00

Forty days and forty nights of rain
and when it stops
your ship is all that's left
surrounded by water
and you wonder
what you were saved for
now that the world is gone
and as you ask the Lord
the hull settles on the mountain

Jerusalem

2007-03-23T08:02:00.000-04:00

Lord, does the city fade
after so many days
the lights wink out in your memory
the towers lose their shape?
Or does it grow in your heart
every day that you're apart
each night, the lights shining
a little brighter in the dark?

This Life Is A Desert

2007-03-22T16:57:00.000-04:00

This life is a desert
and it is the town
it is the mountaintop
and the rocks falling down
and the devil always whispers
promises and threats
as if the world was his to give
as if we could forget
the words the Lord burned on our hearts
before we were born yet

The Desert Is Like The Ocean

2007-03-21T15:39:00.000-04:00

The desert is like the ocean:
they seem to have no end
always another wave or trough
always another mile of sand
without a bird or ship or tree
to break the perfect horizon.
But each ocean has a shore
and each desert dies in shade
like the love that we can't imagine,
despite the tricks our mind has played.

The Desert of Sin

2007-03-20T22:34:00.000-04:00

How could we have imagined
that the Lord was not with us?
The cloud hung low, the fire burned;
the manna fell like petals.
But we wanted something else:
that day, we called it water.
In other days, it would take
other shapes and colors:
that little bit we reserve
in some dark corner
to prove to ourselves
that we own something.
Why should the Lord own all the earth?
Why does he grudge us our small crumbs?
Why do we wander this desert
when his angels could carry us?
We asked, is the Lord with us or not?
What we wanted to know was:
Why won't he do our bidding,
like a dog that comes when called?

The Pride of Life

2007-03-19T17:21:00.000-04:00

God is not a magician
who catches bullets in his teeth
or sends angels to break your fall
at the end of the scene
but if in foolishness or rage
you throw yourself from the temple's ledge
God, who made your heart and bones
can make them new again

Offering

2007-03-17T11:48:00.000-04:00

What could we have brought to you
even if we had known
to which part of your desert
you had gone?
You were a God
and so your heart was strong
but your flesh must have suffered
as the days ran on.
Of course, we didn't see it yet:
we thought you were just a man.
And when we began to suspect,
we killed him.

I Kings 19 II

2007-03-16T10:43:00.000-04:00

I thought I was the only one
who still knew his name
remembered how the sea parted
the cloud, and the flame
so I traveled in the desert
forty nights and forty days
to reach the mountain
where wind roared and fire blazed.
But the Lord spoke in a whisper
not the earthquake:
"You are not alone," he said,
and I saw seven thousand more
of my countrymen in that desert
still true to the Lord.

The Word of God

2007-03-15T00:44:00.000-04:00

How do we live on every word
that issues from the mouth of God?
Words crumble in our hands,
they break and bend.
How could they feed a starving man?
But when all that we eat turns to ash
and still hunger rages on inside
perhaps this is what our fainting spirits ask:
that you, Lord, would be our bread and wine.

Exodus

2007-03-14T16:37:00.000-04:00

Moses lived inside that cloud for forty days
while the Lord showed him the tabernacle:
almond blossoms and blue thread,
and wrote on the tablets with his own hand.
But we were afraid.
Forty days is a season:
a child speaks, spring arrives.
The desert was full of shadows,
the mountain was high.
Had we been fools?
Had he brought us here to die?
We made a calf from necklaces,
we ate and drank.
And while we were still singing,
down the mountain he came,
and dropped the tablets so they broke
and we would never know
the sight of those characters from the hand of the Lord.
He raged at us, but he would not let us go.
He ground the calf to dust, mixed it and made us drink,
and then went up to the mountain again.
For forty days, he carved the stone tablets with his own hand,
and told the Lord: these are your people.
Kill me if you kill them.

The Lust of the Flesh

2007-03-13T15:07:00.000-04:00

If you were God, I thought
you could make these stones bread
and only later realized
that was what Satan said

My Heart Lives In The Desert

2007-03-12T00:21:00.000-04:00

Lord, my heart lives in the desert
despite the lights of the city
despite the screaming of the trains
the whispering girls, the rich men singing
and the peddlers selling souls
from suitcases on every street
although I can't drown them out
I know you hear me

The Devil Is In The Desert

2007-03-10T10:22:00.000-05:00

The devil is in the desert
blowing sand, breaking rocks
trying to make them believe
he is what he is not