Spring sings forever

rev up each day, fresh
bearing the scars of yesterday
heading for the sun
with antsy feet and dancing heart

be as strange as freedom

you're as weird as God

what difference does it make?

if your challenge is a calling
keep walking

sin or no sin, God forgives
forming wonders out of nothing

keep moving

the Parousia appears soon enough
unexpected, o'er the rise
with a toll, under stress

flowers bloom and winters melt

Spring sings forever


Is God going to disappear because of the fairy-tales of an atheist or someone is popular or because someone says that God doesn't exist?  God "disappears" when I stop being "godly", being "imitative" of Jesus.  Besides, God is capable of taking care of Itself.  God's been through this before.



the kiss comes slow

the kiss comes slow
somewhere after words
after a hawing that's cautious
like a fox sneaking through the grass
surveying the prey before springing.

it's a dance with hesitation:
a gleam in the eye
a breath off the lips
a reach beyond the waist.

so what does one do in-between
in the pause
in the hesitation to move
in either direction
between the "yes" or "maybe"
the "if"
the cautious "if"
of not knowing where you'll go
if the look is "come"?

i watch the mys'try unveil:
Salome bursting with lust to distract the king
to drop his guard before the truth hits home
and he's fallen over himself
to suck the eyes that beckon in.