Here the answer to the cynic’s ache –
your
wary
weary
constant
watch for the
man behind the curtain:
“Hope that does not put to shame.”
karoline strickland
Here the answer to the cynic’s ache –
your
wary
weary
constant
watch for the
man behind the curtain:
“Hope that does not put to shame.”
A house is not a neutral box,
Nor rooms a mere four walls.
It hears you and it sees you,
And it remembers things,
And twenty years from now – or eighty –
Your echo still
For good or ill
Will be there.
So you have seen the Taj Mahal,
Strolled through Paris arrondissements,
Lingered in the light of Chartres’ rose, and
Danced in tropic rains.
While I – ?
Well, I
have curled in the confines of one room,
fed, rocked, guarded, sung and prayed
for one new soul.
But perhaps –
after all, my friends –
I have traveled just as far as you.
She lay him –
God –
On hay,
While angels
unable to contain their joy
unfurled bright wings and flew,
Blossomed a white and fiery rose
before the drowsing sheep –
In thunderous voice
broke into chorus across
the fields, the prickly grass where shepherds sprawled.
And immortal shadows
grew great against the mountains all around.
They serenade the Son
who whimpers, wondering at the world he made,
and lies among the wide-eyed cows:
Jesus –
Deity –
veiled, veiled
from human eyes,
lest he overwhelm us
with his glory
and we die.
Sometimes receiving the smallest gifts
makes us able
and willing
to believe the reality
of the
Greatest.
The heart is soft at bedtime –
a wise old pastor said to me –
So spend it with your children.


“Go where the good books are” –
A very worthy mantra.
But sometimes too,
Go where the conversation is.
Blessing
is a complicated word
a Christian favorite we don’t quite
understand.
For God says,
“Blessed are
the beggarly
the sad
the sober
unassuming
slandered and unlistened-to for Jesus’ sake.”
Hardly, I think,
the kind of blessing
we are asking for.


“Raw dark shocking devastating powerful spine tingling chill inducing drama. Therefore read this book.”
But I,
I look for light
and heart
and clearer eyes.
Fearful women
unmoored men
seek more than dreadful mirrors –
seek medicine –
seek sunshine, sanity, and anchors for the soul.
Out of the shower
Dripping
Undressed
Streaming water from my hair and fingertips
like some ancient river naiad
Kneeling
To restore a pacifier.