a couple of poems I wrote while I was away

A rubbish of regrets

     are piled high

                as I look back now

                on being a father

                in the shadow

                   of a Father God,

perfect in love,

exposing what I have missed

in my shot at love

and left a mess around the targets of my desire

A sludge of stress

streatched thinner than a thread

constantly pulling

tight, knotted around

my heart and mind

In the presence of the Divine

who always lets go

exposes the sticky dew of the threads of my web.

A mire of madness

swells beneath my dreams

and sucks my shoes from my feet

as I try to move.

So I stop.

And I see a frog,

hear a duck

and feel the worms

and finally become incarnate

with the mud my Mary

   apart from God now,

so that I might know the love of God now.

 What has God ordained?

Hoist high the failures

And broadcast my misfortune,

These are the seeds of my legacy

 This is the source of my Nile

        nourishing any semblance of meaning.

Set the course to where I have vowed not to go

and do not look back;

set as a sail  my dirty laundry

For here begins my epic tale,

This is my journey to Ithaca

What has God ordained?

Not my wisdom gilded expertise,

But the caves in my depression,

and the sores that might have healed,

      still oozing with tears of regret;

Here is where the holy hands are extended.