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Nancy has been teaching full-time in the Eastern Mennonite University Lancaster RN-to-BS in Nursing Program since July 2014.
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Nancy has gained valuable experience in conducting research studies, and publishing research findings through her own research in the pregnant adolescent population, and through active participation on externally-funded research committees at Villanova University.
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Mary Krahn Jensen has served as associate provost of EMU at Lancaster since July 1, 2015. Prior to that, she was employed for 18 years at Bethel University in St. Paul, MN, holding a variety of roles including Director of the MA in Marriage and Family Studies program and Associate Dean of Academics. She received her Ed.D. in organization learning and development from the University of St. Thomas in 2010. Her research examined the impact of self-awareness on the leadership practice of educators. She has also co-authored a several articles on relational spirituality and formation. She is a qualified administrator of the Intercultural Development Inventory and provides consultation regarding intercultural development in the education sector. She is the parent of two adult sons.
Before picking up his current director responsibilities, Mark pastored for more than eighteen years in Pennsylvania and Virginia. Now he combines administrative and teaching responsibilities for the STEP Program (Study and Training for Effective Pastoral Ministry), and for Master of Divinity level seminary courses in southeastern Pennsylvania. His research and writing interests are in the areas of preaching and worship, particularly rites and ministries of healing. He and his wife Kathy attend Groffdale Mennonite Church; they have two young adult daughters Regina and Charlotte. He likes to sing, to talk politics and theology and do fix-up projects around the home. He writes a bi-monthly "Matters of Faith" column for the Lancaster (Pa.) Sunday News.
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[This is the first in a weekly series of articles in which Tacoma weekly contributor Sean Contris will elucidate on relatively obscure bands that music lovers need to know about. – Ed.]
All right, so let's get this show on the road. With a sense of giddy, childlike excitement, I begin work on what is to be my very own column discussing bands that I adore, and all you have to do, good people, is sit down, read this article, look up whatever act I discuss and proceed to have your minds blown. I thought for a little over 15 minutes on what band I should cover to introduce this thing of mine with, and the only correct answer was this: The Monks.
The Monks are one of those rare rock oddities that kicked down one too many doors in their quest for innovation that (with the exception of those open minded enough to enjoy it) ended up scaring off the public and sealing their fate as obscure, ahead of their time geniuses destined to be remembered when we all could actually wrap our minds around their music.
The Monks were harsh, they were ugly, they were mean and boy, were they angry. Formed out of Germany by a group of American GI's in the mid 1960s, the sound that The Monks created was clearly based around pop music, but destroyed the conventions of its time, focusing instead on raw primal energy, repetitive song structure, and a whole lot of distortion. Looking back on the band's incredibly small body of work, it isn't hard to see just how far ahead of the time these guys were.
Outside of the odd demo tape, The Monks' entire discography is based around their one and only LP, "Black Monk Time"(1966, Polydor). "Black Monk Time" is an album with something of a legacy. Generally speaking, "Black Monk Time" is only a little behind the birth of garage rock, and thus serves as a strong precursor to both punk rock and noise rock. The nihilistic tone that the band toys with through much of their material is clearly a starting point for a large number of rock musicians that would follow in their wake, and the band's influence can be felt in a number of places from acts as diverse as The White Stripes, Beastie Boys, and others.
At just 29 minutes, The Monks created an album of such ferocity and aggression that the energy they were able to capture is still exhilarating today. What we are talking about here is an album that has aged perfectly. The intro track "Monk Time" is an all out aural assault set against the insane, giddy yelps of front man and guitarist Gary Burger and a bouncy structure that is on a constant upward rise, climaxing only seconds before the song reaches the finish line. "Monk Time" sets the tone for the rest of the album, and foreshadows exactly what we can expect from the rest of the 11 songs. The power of Burger's vocal range, the harsh organ provided by Larry Clark, the menacing harmonies that would later make songs such as "Shut Up," "That's My Girl" and "I Hate You" so unforgettable, the chaos that would end up devouring much of the record's time, all are on display on "Monk Time" and damn, is it powerful.
"Monk Time" is a jaw-dropping bombshell, a swift kick in the teeth that make The Doors or The Beatles look like bands that were designed for the ears of children. One of the most noteworthy aspects on the LP is the band's use of distortion. Foreshadowing noise rock, and more importantly the coming of The Velvet Underground, The Monks' sound was such a stark contrast to the music of the day. Many of the band's songs broke down into chaotic sections of improvised and uncontrolled noise, and the inclusion of Larry Clark's organ only added a harsh layer of atmosphere to the band's already head-spinning music.
The subject matter on "Black Monk Time" is bleak at its happiest. Sure, many of these songs are simple on a surface level but by looking deeper, it isn't hard to see how disturbing much of this material really is. "Oh, How To Do Now" reeks of sexual frustration, and borderlines on absolute desperation as Burger nearly begs a woman for sex while dressing himself up as a suave lady killer in possession of startling confidence. The entirety of "Black Monk Time" hinges on a sense of extreme sexual repression. Tracks such as "Oh How To Do Now" and "I Hate You" come from a place of demand and painful desire, and what emerges is debauchery at its finest. The Monks are vicious to the opposite sex, no pity, no nothing, where the rest of the pop music world was busy pining after a girl they had a crush on, The Monks demanded women. There is no trace of love in any of these songs, just frustration, anger and repression, creating a record that is almost entirely from the hungry and sex-starved id.
Nevertheless, The Monks are not only hung up on sex. As soldiers, the band is more than willing to rail against the trials and tribulations of the times. Noticeable references are given to Vietnam, death, and the idea of James Bond, a perfect killing machine that they cannot help but find a sort of black humor in. "Complication" is undoubtedly the most vicious song "Black Monk Time" has to offer and if anything on this record marks it as an important precursor to punk rock, it is this one. "Complication" is nothing if not unbolted fury. The Monks rail against privilege, the fortunate, ignorance and above all the politicians and citizens who treat war and death like a game to be won: "People cry/ People die for you./ People kill,/ People will for you./ People run,/ Ain't it fun for you."
Yet "Black Monk Time" isn't all bleak. What offsets it, and continues to establish "Black Monk Time" in a genre of its own, is the humor that the band incorporates into the blackness of their material. Burger's voice is so over-the-top, so energetic, so ridiculous that it becomes a hysterical centerpiece that greatly contradicts the tone that the band has spent their entire career establishing. Burger's vocals become even funnier when paired by the harmonies of the rest of the band. The backing vocals, when in comparison to Burger's overt excitement, feel nihilistic, rising in volume only to express anger and resemble a warped militaristic chanting Beach Boys. The backing vocals are ordinarily pushed to the back to recite repetitive hooks or add emphasis to Burger's already punchy delivery.
The closing track, "That's My Girl," is perhaps the most notable use of the band's backing vocals. Reduced only to a single phrase, "Yeaaaah" the band startles the listener by uttering it in a creepy tone that only rises in menace as the song reaches its conclusion, eventually ending on something that sounds like malice. This may sound terrifying, and in all reality the voice of the rest of the band is generally off-putting, yet the bouncy structure and rhythm of the song paired with Burger's always energetic performance create an almost surreal feeling in the listener, and if you are wondering if you should laugh or cringe by the song's conclusion, you are not alone. Ordinarily, this contradiction of tone would serve to undermine the overall quality of the album. But not this time. The humor combined with the dark subject matter only serves to leave an image of The Monks laughing at the world. "Isn't it all just so damn funny?" they cry out with a desperate plea.
The Monks were never able to recapture the glory that they did with "Black Monk Time." Maybe it's because they said everything they needed to say with this, maybe it's because they had run out of laughs. Whatever the reason, "Black Monk Time" has truly stood the test of time, and has established The Monks as one of the most interesting and important rock bands to emerge from the 1960s. Now, it is up to us when we re-listen to their work to decide whether we laugh along with them or look on in horror.
Sean Contris is a student at Wilson High School. Oftentimes he comes too close to embodying the classical, and often times stereotypical, persona of a young male writer. Sean enjoys listening to a wide range of music and locking himself in his room to read sad Russian novels.

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This strip of material that goes across the top at bow behind the header goes into that bow and held with that strip of metal. Just how much of that strip of material should be caught in that strip of metal? Are we talking it needs to be buried in it with the excess hanging out the front of the metal strip? Or is just a half inch or so enough which seems like it would be, that strip is pressed in there sucked by the screws and I think if the material is caught at the back side of the metal strip and bow it should be good enough.
It seems like there is a little conflict between having the top back enough to fit at the rear and side flaps at the back of the quarter windows and forward enough to get a good bite on that material under the metal strip on that second bow. Sorry for the crappy photo I didn't see how bad it was until just now.
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Strengthening Hospital Nursing: A Program to Improve Patient Care
This initiative, Strengthening Hospital Nursing: A Program to Improve Patient Care, jointly funded with Pew Charitable Trusts, was designed to encourage hospitals to undertake institution-wide restructuring in order to provide better patient care by improving nursing services.Under this grant, the grantee will complete a plan for restructuring the workplace for nursing services including a detailed implementation proposal for submission to the RWJF and Pew Charitable Trusts for Phase Two of the Strengthening Hospital Nursing Program. North Lincoln Hospital is part of a consortia of 4 hospitals in a rural setting with their number of beds ranging from 22 to 49.
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At C.S. Davidson, Inc. we value people for their unique experiences and views, and believe that our success will only continue by hiring and keeping the best people. Our unparalleled culture creates a backdrop where you can continually cultivate and be challenged to develop your career. Visit our website at www.csdavidson.com to learn more about our past and our vision. Use the HR Manager's link on the careers page and share your resume and cover letter telling us how your background and ambition relates to what we are doing. Only applicants meeting the criteria outlined will be contacted as part of the selection process. C.S. Davidson, Inc. is an equal opportunity employer.
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Shares of Dell rise after upgrade from UBS- IBM, &, HPQ
Northern, WI 1/5/2013 (Noeisstar) – Dell Inc.(NASDAQ:DELL) has boosted the price for its shares in more than four months subsequent to the hopefulness of enhancing the worth of its share price regarding computer creator's innovative contribution for corporate clients by an analyst Steven Milunovich of UBS AG (USA)(NYSE:UBS).
This week the stock price has shown an increase of 9.7 percent and earned 2.5% to $10.94 during the close of New York Stock exchange. Since 27th August it replicated the maximum price.
The main objective of the company is to widen the clientele regarding corporate computing products as shared by the Dell's president of enterprise solutions Mr. Marius Haas in conversation with Steven Milunovich of UBS AG (USA)(NYSE:UBS).
The Company is all set to grab some server markets from its core competitors which include Hewlett-Packard Company(NYSE:HPQ) and International Business Machines Corp.(NYSE:IBM) as the products designed or corporate consumers has shown a great perfection providing end to end solution. Dell Inc.(NASDAQ:DELL) has compiled together a striking range of enterprise technology. The company is also putting lots of effort in conferencing with top executives of many companies and has gained attention for the various product line such as integrated computer servers, networking gear, data-storage devices and software as shared and contributed to a report by Steven Milunovich of UBS.
Since 2009, Dell Inc.(NASDAQ:DELL) has spent more than $12.7 billion on many acquisitions and now the company will target on various small and medium size deals to acquire tools which help its personal computers and servers as shared in the preceding month by the company's founder Michael Dell . With the innovative launch of its Active system computers in October which proved successful allows to unite various functions inside a single chassis.
The company is managing to convert from being mere a supplier of computers to an innovator of many beneficial servers, corporate software, storage and networking gear.
The shares of Dell Inc.(NASDAQ:DELL) is up by 0.27% to close at $10.97
The shares of International Business Machines Corp.(NYSE:IBM) is down by 0.66% to close at $193.99
The shares of Hewlett-Packard Company(NYSE:HPQ) closed at $15.14
The shares of UBS AG (USA)(NYSE:UBS) is up by 0.44% to close at $16.07


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Psychology - three strange syndromes.
November 08, 2013 , 12:29 PM by Steve Martin
In our Psychology segment this week Damien Adler took a look at three different syndromes, all of which are named after world cities.
Stockholm Syndrome is reasonably well known, but what about Paris and Jerusalem Syndromes?
You can hear Damien again here.
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text: November 4, 2008 By Fausta Election day: Red shoe day The ladies from the Cotillion are wearing red shoes today in support of Sarah Palin. Since it'll be a long day (with a fair amount of walking) I won't be wearing these; instead I'm wearing these, the Geox New Alexa, in red: And red lipstick, too! Share


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We've hadn't heard much since the unveiling of Garmin's sumptuous first mobile phone, but we've got one great big important update now... Price.
Tech blogger Engadget has gotten word of a survey Garmin has been secretly conducting amongst the US populace and it is repeatedly asking participants:
"Now, how likely would you be to buy the Garmin nüvifone (for yourself or as a gift) if offered by AT&T for $499.99 with a two year contract? You would be required to have both a data plan that would include unlimited Internet browsing and unlimited Navigation for $19.99 per month and one of the standard voice rate plans for a monthly fee."
The feedback must have been good too because literature is now starting to appear with those exact details on (see above). That said, I find it surprising Garmin got such a positive response since this parks the nüvifone right in iPhone territory and Garmin - with all the good will in the world - doesn't have the same market cred or hype machine in place as Apple. Furthermore, given price has been the main obstacle to iPhone sales - so much so a new strategy of subsidizing the 3G model is being discussed - it seems odd for Garmin to go down the same route.
Of course with a planned Q3 release there's still time for Garmin to change this (whatever approach Apple adopts with its 2nd 3G iPhone is likely to influence many) but with a 3.5in touchscreen LCD, full Sat Nav functionality, WiFi, HSDPA, scalable web browsing, audio and video playback and a 3MP camera under the hood it could turn out to be a hefty price worth paying.
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Silicon Mechanics Announces 3rd Annual Research Cluster Grant CompetitionTechnology with latest Intel® coprocessors and NVIDIA® Tesla® GPUs to be awarded
Silicon Mechanics, Inc. announces that it is launching its 3rd Annual Research Cluster Grant program, in which the company will donate a complete high-performance computer cluster as part of a highly competitive research grant. The competition is open to all US and Canadian qualified post-secondary institutions, university-affiliated research institutions, non-profit research institutions, and researchers at federal labs with university affiliations.
Silicon Mechanics has configured an HPC cluster, valued at about $190,000, which includes hardware and software donated by Intel, NVIDIA, HGST, Mellanox Technologies, Supermicro, Seagate, Kingston Technology, Bright Computing, and LSI Logic. This year's HPC cluster contains eight compute nodes, one head node, Intel® Xeon Phi™ coprocessors, NVIDIA® Tesla® GPUs, and InfiniBand and Gigabit Ethernet networking.
Submissions will be accepted through March 1, 2014. The grant recipient will be announced on or before March 31, 2014. Submissions will be reviewed for merit and for the potential impact the research may have on the institution's mission. Silicon Mechanics strongly encourages collaboration, within and across departments of a single institution, or across multiple institutions. Details on the grant rules, application requirements, and cluster technical specifications are available at www.researchclustergrant.com.
"With the support of our partners and their many generous donations of state-of-the-art hardware and software, Silicon Mechanics is excited to be able to build upon the success of our Research Cluster Grant Program," said Art Mann, Silicon Mechanics' education/research/ government vertical group manager. "We have been inspired by the role the HPC cluster has played in the institutions that have been awarded prior research grants, and look forward to continuing to use the program to support cutting-edge research."


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It was 6" barrel if I remember right. Cost about $800 up for a nice one. Good luck in your serach for one.
Does anyone know the barrel length of Dirty Harry's magnum? I believe it is an 8" but, I need expert advice. Also anyone know price range on a used one? Thanks, Don
It was 6" barrel if I remember right. Cost about $800 up for a nice one. Good luck in your serach for one.
There were three guns used for the Dirty Harry Movies. They were all S&W Model 29s .44mags with a 61/2" barrel. Hope that helps you.
Baldy has it right. After looking for the right one for a long time, I got this last year.
Hberttmank that is one beauty for sure. You are a very lucky fellow to have such a nice one. Good luck with her.
Here's what a brand new model 29 will run you.
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Item # 150145 MSRP $1054.00
Mfg Smith & Wesson Quantity 34
Model Model 29 Caliber 44M
Type Revolver Finish Blue
Additional Specifications
Action: Double Action
Stock: Wood, Checkered, Square Butt
Capacity: 6
Safety: Internal Lock
Sights: Front: Red Ramp Rear: Black Adj White Outline
Barrel Length: 6.5"
Overall Length: 11.5"
Weight: 48 oz
Add'l Features 1: Serrated Target Trigger, Target Hammer
Packaging: Mahogany Presentation Case and Cleaning Kit
Don't think the wife will let me spend that much but, maybe if i find a used one. Don
If your interested I found a distributor who will sell me the 4" Mountain gun/.44mag for $679 at the next gun show. They list for about $850.
Model 29 Mountain Gun - 4"
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SKU: item_163604
Model: 29
Caliber: .44MAG/.44SP
Capacity: 6 Rounds
Barrel Length: 4"
Front Sight: Black Ramp
Rear Sight: Adjustable Black Blade
Grip: Custom Wood Grip with "Mountain" Lasering; Hogue® Monogrip
Frame: Large
Finish: Blue
Overall Length: 9 5/8"
Material: Carbon Steel Frame and Cylinder
Weight Empty: 39.3 oz.
You mean something like this?
I was thinking of selling this specimen but I won't unless I get the new 4" Redhawk to replace it and even then its very iffy. They're plenty used ones around. If you plan on getting any real use out of it, you'll need to roll your own unless you want to spend the big money for the ammunition. .44 Special isn't any cheaper and in many cases may be even more expensive.
The 29-3's and later are more affordable. I found mine between $500-600. Its biggest flaw is the "cylinder ring" and the usual chamber-to-barrel gap. All the other bluing is pristine. Mine is 6" and came with the original grips. It's a very nice shooter with a smoother action than my other S&W's.
I live somewhat near Daytona. If you were closer, I'd be glad to let you try it as long as you provided the ammunition.
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Me and my wife was at a gun show in Orlando and she bought this one for me. It's a S&W model 29-10 Classic the old Dirty Harry gun. I got all the trimmings with it too.
Had it to the range once with some factory ammo and this puppy has a real bark to it. I am glad that I got the dies to reload for it because the ammo is out of sight.
Best Baldy.
Hey Queeqeg just remember to keep your mouth shut when you squeeze one off . You'll crack all your teeth when your mouth slams shut on recoil. They have a good jolt to them don't they. I like them though. Good luck with yours.
yeah I shot 20 rounds of .44 special cowboy action lead loads then I put 14 rounds of 180 grain Hornady Custom .44 magnums through it it only has a little 4 inch barrel on it and wood stocks to boot
i have a model 29-3 s and w. 44 mag. only 17 shots fired, good condion, 6 inch. looks like hbbertmanks, make offer
Dirty Don,
I believe they used 2 barrel lengths 6 1/2" & 8 3/8" in different scenes.
I've had a 629 and now the lugged barrel version; shot three deer with it; it drops a whitetail doe like she was struck with lightning. Even the lugged barrel version has a mean bounce. The lugged barrel guns are more pleasant to shoot than the old slim barrels or the Mountain Guns. We took to hunting with electronic muffs rather than have our ears ring for a week; they are loud in the woods.
For the OP, the reloads with H110 subjectively had a milder recoil than the classic 2400 loads, but achieved every bit as much muzzle velocity thru' the chrono.
Can't say it was ever a lot of fun to shoot except at 'stuff' like car bumpers and engine blocks; still laughing about Baldy's 'keep your mouth shut' line...that's funny, but it's not hard to imagine it happening.
Anyone know the iteration number of the model 29 used in Dirty Harry? (29-X, what is the X?)


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Cadillac Customer Care Representatives - Warranty or Dealership problems Discussion, GMPP warranty issue in Cadillac Customer Care - Warranty and Dealership questions; I have an extended GMPP Major Guard warranty on my 2007 Escalade. I am currently Active duty in the Army ...
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GMPP warranty issue
I have an extended GMPP Major Guard warranty on my 2007 Escalade. I am currently Active duty in the Army and
will be relocating to Guam. Although there is a GM dealer in Guam and Guam is a U.S. territory, I am told that the
GMPP warranty will not cover my vehicle in Guam. If I knew this would be the case I would not have purchased the
warranty. After doing some digging, I have been told that it is because the warranty company can not pay to a Guam
address. In this case I am more than willing to pay up front and have GMPP reimburse me to my Hawaii address
for any repair costs if this is an option, just as long as I can have my vehicle covered. After speaking with the GM dealer in Guam, they are more than willing to work with me in regards to the above scenario. Can anyone please provide me some insight on this or any possible alternatives?
Re: GMPP warranty issue
I spoke with GMPP and they said that you would not be able to get reimbursed if you had any warranty claims while you were in Guam. I do apologize for the inconvenience.
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Wednesday, May 31, 2017
Blue Plate Special
rippled fish scales
rest on a plate of blue
I drink the mulled wine
of sweet summer sun
savour this menu
of small gifts
Sunday, March 19, 2017
One Load at a Time
Laundry swishing and tumbling
like my thoughts
if I'll be dried up and wrinkled
or gently folded by caring hands
for good use on a future day
Friday, January 27, 2017
Morning Glory
Monday, July 4, 2016
Oh, Yes. I do.
I want to live in a world
where little things
are noticed
small victories celebrated
like what we enjoyed for supper
because I dared make something new
Where we sit on the deck
watch the clouds change
ever so slowly
jets on approach from a different trajectory
quiet sunsets
And we guess which bird
is making that call
and we don't debate
whether that's a purple
or house finch
at the feeder
I want to live in a world where
we retire graceful and grateful
to push-mower and hammock
mustang restoration and
room redecorating
as the young stressed thin
take our place at the job
Where there's always a stage
another act another song
belly laughs and road trips
Where we do things alone
because we can't miss
each other if we're never apart
Where you wink at me
in a crowd or from the 'cycle
reach for my hand
in church or over coffee
after chocolate or wine
where you hand me
a cuppa tea at day's end
I want to live in a world
with quiet sunsets
bluegrass and bonfires
your jigsaw puzzle, my poetry
lullabies and prayers
at home in your arms
Thursday, March 10, 2016
And A Little Child Will Lead Them
I see her in a plain red dress
not quite like little orphan Annie
because her hair is straight brown
but she takes the man's hand
who seems to be her dad
sitting at a round table in a brown suit
from Father Knows Best
but the feeling is like home
He's reading the newspaper
like they do in the fifties
but as soon as she grabs hold
he turns, stands and follows
where she wants him to come see
and I think that's how it goes
when I wanna show God something
and he ooohs and ahhhs
over the tiny flower I found
or pets that puppy next door
or we laugh together
while he fixes whatever's
broken just like that
broken just like that
he comes when I reach
or sometimes when I don't
and I remember I'm not an orphan
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Wednesday, December 9, 2015
The Lie of Despair
Everyone will be better off
No, no we won't.
look for unwritten notes
answer endless questions
stare at the empty pillow, vacant office
watch the dog mope room to room
clutch each other and scream
do paperwork in an endless wormhole
stand silent in a broken circle
make reservations for us minus one
meet with moneychangers
turn tables upside down
sort pictures collections trophies mementos
whose only meaning is you
receive flowers meals charity pity reasons
dear god the reasons
rage because there is no reason
accept nothing assume nothing
watch shadows fall on a cloudless day
across the eyes of your son
go deaf from the echo of your absence
You assume too much
to think you matter so little
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to think you matter so little
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Friday, October 2, 2015
Marketing Yourself
As welcome as the telemarketer's call
as fun as a slap in the face
more eagerly anticipated than
a door-to-door peddler
is your offer when I didn't ask
My mirror isn't broken
and while this may come as a shock
I don't secretly want to be like you
or make you more like me
I'm happy with who I am
and accept who you are
Perhaps it's time
to love yourself enough
to give up the need
to make me over
into another version
of you
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Monday Morning
for my new friend, Renee, a flitter of fun and friendship
Sink into the empty loveseat
witness finches
flit fly flutter
bounce over the bannister
change direction
like hummingbirds
free as a ...
free as themselves
hang upside down
to eat captive suet
through the feeder cage
lest the magpie
in his tux and tails
take it all away
before chasing that squirrel
he'll never catch - the one who
runs circles around him
leaps branch to branch
in the spruce
chickadee, sparrow and finch
fly free, fed and happy
in their brown suits
spotted breast
or striped waistcoat
blushing head
or masked eyes
They don't stay long enough
for me to catch their names
or their eye
but they thank me
sing me
with their song
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Dodge and Drive
Yesterday behind the wheel:
I watch a man carry
the whole world in his hands
downtown on the street corner
dressed in business attire
he looks quite capable
of handling it but - not to worry -
it is just an inflatable globe.
A teen with a whole world
full of death wishes in his backpack
darts across six lanes of traffic
too busy, important or foolish
to walk the fifty metres
to the intersection
for safe passage
And another rolls across
through the intersection crosswalk
against the light on a longboard
rebels against
traffic control devices
that dare to say stop. Powerless
in face of immortal youth
This morning from the chaise:
Magpie, squirrel, finch and blackbird
flit, flight and fight around their feeder
like a flock of teen boys whose
whole world disappears
when food is involved
the daring and death defying
deeds of the day gone to seed
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Friday, May 29, 2015
Cut Flower
The roses are
holding their breath
Trembling petals brush
the velvet cheek
Blushing pride
shock and wonder
I am wanted
like a favorite shirt
comforting book
glistening cold drink
I relax into him
like a cosy chair
at the cabin
warm in front of the rusty
smell of cedar on the fire
and the rose exhales
opens its arms
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Tuesday, April 21, 2015
The Winter Widow
I have a new life
and new love
that I am happy, content and fulfilled
I am also still a widow
draped by all that has come before
I process this mantle every single day
like remembering to pick up my winter
coat from the dry cleaners
and put it on when I walk past the place
where I spilled wine on the hem
at supper that last week
I pull the fur
lined hood over my head
as his favorite song rumbles
through the playlist
The elbow snags when I bump
into his former employee at the game
and she adds the scarf of her arm
around my neck, chatters on
about how excited he would be
that we are in the cup run,
how he regretted not opting
for playoff tickets in '04.
I take the coat in again
ask if they can remove the stain
repair the snag, box it up
like the wedding dress of '81
I use the coat less now
it's getting tattered
no longer a go-to choice
and while it was
very helpful for three winters
and I will never get rid of it
the weight is more than I
need for this spring
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Saturday, April 11, 2015
Bully Bag-o-Bones
You stood at the head of the beach
counting down from 10
to get us to come.
Dad was busy
so you got the job
keeping us in line
His confidant, best friend,
you did as he bid
honoured, served
Always the faithful son.
The first brother.
The responsible one.
Mature. Leader.
You stood at the back of the pack,
hum the right pitch
to start us singing
picked the right hymn
to keep us singing
knew the right words
to keep the program flowing
researched the right roads
to keep us driving
contacted the churches
that kept us traveling
Put off your life
to corral ours, support Dad's
and there you are still:
pastor of his church.
praying for his people.
Your Father's son.
My hero.
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Surrender to Love
In the weeks following the traumatic event that left me a widow in December of 2012, I picked up a book, recommended several years earlier by a trusted friend: "Surrender to Love" by Dr. David Benner. It grounded me during the initial maelstrom of grief and prepared my heart and mind for venturing into a new life, knowing this unshakeable truth: I am carried by a God whose essence is unconditional Love and there is no fear in this Love.
Earlier in 2015, I was asked to write a poem on the same theme for the Good Friday service at my church. The video which follows is the end result. I am deeply grateful to have been a part of this, and my admiration and thanks go to the creative staff and volunteers at First Alliance Church who produced such a powerful video.
May you find this Love.
Good Friday at FAC - Surrendered to Love - #FACdefiningmoments
Posted by First Alliance Church Calgary on Friday, 3 April 2015
Sunday, April 5, 2015
The Mystery of Yes
I have seen too much death.
Most of it much too soon.
two nephews, two nieces,
parents, sister-in-law,
brother, husband.
But this is why I celebrate Easter.
The mystery of resurrection.
The wonder that God became man
to pay the price for me
to defeat the death that comes by sin
Came alive again, Hallelujah!
to restore the original design
of open and complete connection
with the One Who Is Life.
Love came to me in such a tangible way
after Brent's death
A presence of light so real,
a comfort so inexpressibly deep,
all my doubt about God's love
Jesus was mocked.
Some of you still do.
I invite you to hear my story,
hear His heart.
Only Jesus has the words of eternal life.
and he has his arms open to you.
right now.
say yes.
just yes.
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Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Comparison is the Eighth Deadly Sin
I used to be friends with a dental hygienist
who judged people by their teeth
and so my mind begins to wonder
about the condition of my bicuspids and molars
so much that we eventually drift apart.
If this is true for teeth, says Perfectionist,
then surely other experts cultivate
similar measures for acceptance?
And so, the professions of various acquaintances
begin a long march across the field of comparison.
The merchandising manager at the dress shop
had to know about my threadbare closet
(how the floral blouse always shows up on Wednesdays)
and thus my limited wardrobe would invariably
have to circumvent that friendship
A psychologist raises my lingering suspicion
that he has X-ray vision into my psyche;
the nurse knows instinctively about that small goiter
the fireman discerns the smoke detector battery must be dead
and a pastor knows the hidden depths of my soul
Expert knowledge becomes a smile killer,
beauty competition, mental or physical health exam
home safety evaluation and a spiritual assessment
if everyone can see me the way I see myself
All those not-so-hidden little faults on parade
And it crushes me then that my life as a poet
could possibly discourage others as they read my words
quash so many, if they think I look at their writing
with some measure of carefully crafted eloquence
and find them wanting.
Comparison kills.
On the other hand, connection grows
if we set aside the rulers
human measures of success
better-than, less-than subjectivity
then, we are grateful to learn from friends
the life-giving principles of collaboration,
share knowledge like a library loans books
our own personal Wikipedia
downloaded from one to another
Expertise to build a life:
that caring for teeth improves overall health
certain clothing can minimize body flaws
that no, it's not just me
who feels inadequate at times
If we only compare notes about life. love. longing.
put down one-upmanship, then
home can be safe, goiters can be treated
and redemption is possible,
put down one-upmanship, then
home can be safe, goiters can be treated
and redemption is possible,
even for a judgmental hygienist
or a renegade poet.
or a renegade poet.
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
The Rempel Psalm
For my husband, Henry, a man after God's own heart
The Lord is your foreman, you don't lack anything.
He orders you to take a load off in lush green meadows, he gives you the best camping spot beside the clean watering holes, he restores your soul like a classic Mustang, he leads you in right-living paths because your life reflects well on his name and reputation.
Even though that path goes straight through dangerous, shadowy Death Valley, you don't fear the black hats because He is riding shotgun. His Winchester and lasso comfort you.
He prepares a campfire feast for you in the face of your enemies, he massages your body/mind/spirit with healing oil, your wine casks of blessing are always full and you pour it out freely to others.
Goodness and Mercy are your personal, lifelong friends and sidekicks. Your final bunk is in the Lord's ranch house - you'll hang up your spurs and roam his territory forever. It's a done deal.
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The Lord is your foreman, you don't lack anything.
He orders you to take a load off in lush green meadows, he gives you the best camping spot beside the clean watering holes, he restores your soul like a classic Mustang, he leads you in right-living paths because your life reflects well on his name and reputation.
Even though that path goes straight through dangerous, shadowy Death Valley, you don't fear the black hats because He is riding shotgun. His Winchester and lasso comfort you.
He prepares a campfire feast for you in the face of your enemies, he massages your body/mind/spirit with healing oil, your wine casks of blessing are always full and you pour it out freely to others.
Goodness and Mercy are your personal, lifelong friends and sidekicks. Your final bunk is in the Lord's ranch house - you'll hang up your spurs and roam his territory forever. It's a done deal.
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Thursday, August 14, 2014
Please Color Outside the Lines
I observe the show
swiss precision
every actor hits their mark
no line dropped
the tailored words fit well
songs in tune on tempo
but the one beside me yawns
the show is vanilla
without depression or passion
good costumes, yes,
but empty eyes
Please tell me a story
with dirt under its fingernails
sweaty socks kicking the dog
bread crumbs swept under the mat
wine stain across the pocket
show me
something worthy
of trinity split
blood spilt
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Monday, May 19, 2014
A New Day
Squeeze your eyes tight against the crack of light around the window blind and it becomes a cross under your closed lid.
Breathe deep. Stretch.
Pain murmurs down your right side from temple to tail, a remnant from the miracle rescue by guardian angels when, in your dark rush yestermorn, you pitched headlong down four steps into the unforgiving grey concrete garage floor.
Lay there shaking, spill thanks like a broken rosary, tears bead and scatter, gather you up angel wings and set you whole in front of the congregation.
Declare truth about chains broken and hips unbroken and falls healed and love restored after pitching headlong over twelve steps in your own dark night. The twisting pain from temple to tail as you break out of denial, shed the security blanket of blame and wear forgiveness like a crown.
And the angels marvel.
Squint tight at the light around the crack in your blindness and see it becomes a cross where love pours out.
This is where the healing begins.
The light meets the dark.
Dance on the ashes of your life.
Your life is a temple.
Go tell your tale.
It's a new day.
Friday, May 2, 2014
New Journey
dog. gone.
sports car. sold.
safety net. released.
drama. dismissed.
stand, naked and alone
breathe deep
choose with care
what to take forward
into an unknown future
this is who you are
courage, come with me.
we shall pipe and drum
chains are loosed by our laughter
prisoners fly free in our arms
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Report on Conditions in Latest Search
I search down empty country roads, around city street corners in the dark, street lights a flat white mockery: "Who ya lookin for?" I look through page after blank page of internet lore, lies and appearances, late night LED screen, URLs that show me everything and tell me nothing. I search the eyes of children who grieve through laughter and liquor, stumble blurry eyed through books required, unable to absorb. I lean into laundry, check pockets, shake out wrinkles, dry tears that never come. I read the children's book and velveteen rabbit tells me you're only real when someone loves you. I watch birthday and Christmas come and go like a freight train at the controlled crossing, arms down, wheels clucking, red light flashing left and right, "He left, that's right, get back on track, Jack."
I sign up for the right to mingle amongst mug shots, thousands of marital rejects gathered and groping in misnamed dating sites that are more e-discord than harmony, looking for someone with tender eyes and strong shoulders. And I, the Jack of all trades and master of none, add to my shelf the latest trophy: Champion Lover of the Not Real.
I read my journals, wander through memory. I find you finally. There. Right there. In black and white. Imprinted on every page of every book. The subject of every poem written by every poet. Standing on every street corner waiting for the light to turn green to cross over to my street. Embroidered on the clean white bed sheets drying out in the Alberta wind, engraved on the leather-gripped steering wheel of the German sports car, emblazoned on the label of every wine bottle, basting on every rack of juicy ribs. Filling up my mind, firing every synapse, invading every procrastinated decision. Tattooed in the deepening lines on my face. Touching my hair. Expanding to fill my body, my days until there is room for nothing else.
And nothing it is. You are everywhere and nowhere all at once. Your silence is my solitary confinement. Who are you? Where are you?
The weather reports the highway is bare and dry. All roads leading home are wide open. The want ads report single white female, 50-something, with aging dog, seeks long lost friend for daily communion. Telus, Bell and Rogers report all cellular towers working with no static. The Bible reports that faith, hope and love still hang out together, but love. Ah, love. Contrary to what you might think. It's Real.
It shows up in the strangest places. When the last jigsaw piece is placed. The last line of the play is spoken. Where women cry and men clear their throats, shift from one foot to the other. Where searchers gather, torch lights raised. Where eyes lock so briefly for so long and the SOS is transmitted.
My religion reports that what I really seek is not you but God. But even God admits it's not good to be alone.
Friday, March 28, 2014
I rarely used to wonder
where you are
what you're doing
The thought follows now
like a faithful dog
quiet, steady, hungry
curls up with me at night
only to wake me at 3 a.m.
scratching at the door
wanting to run amok.
Sunday, March 23, 2014
He Gives
not contentment
but presence
nothing to consume
pursue or attain
all to receive and embrace
He gives only (!) himself
holds who I am
who I am not
the whole and the hole
within the I Am
enveloped in Love
Virtual Reality
I wake slow and easy on a Saturday. Love on the dog, choose bits and bytes before brekkie, dig through the web to surf, sit around the net warming my open hands to stories, to life.
Stand beside my niece on her first trip to the ocean. Drink satisfaction in the recording studio with my son. Witness jellyfish and whales with Dale. Sing "In the Jungle" with Billy and Jimmy. Mock Alberta Spring with Marcia. Weep with two widows, dancing together on our ashes.
David shows why otherness is worth the hazard and John reminds me there's no transformation without brokenness. Serena shares a cup of grace, that faith isn't about perfecting a behavioral combination - it's about trust. Period.
And I pray gratitude for
- an office in a spacious place
- enlarged borders
- forgiveness found and forwarded
This isn't social networking
This is the net working like a Body
All parts a part
A living breathing
Virtual. Virtuous. Vibrant. Reality
of love, loss, beauty and truth
Good morning friends.
God's got this -
holding us all in wide open
grace-scarred hands
and we get to be here
holding each other
and this dear reality.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Identity Tree
Identity Tree
Deep bitter roots
anchor a furrowed trunk knotted
gnarled and split from growing round
old rusty lies and barbed words
entwined below and above
dying bloodlines slowly pulse, choke
from grafted resentment
anger and exposed wounds
but Hope breathes life
shines light into hidden spaces
where Faith gets on its knees
to reclaim this territory, inch by broken inch
Truth digs deep through hard-packed soil
trampled under years of neglect
makes a channel for Love to soak
loosen resentment's tight grasp
Prayer waters the earth with tears
whispers in petition, thy kingdom come
weeps release, thy will be done
and finally Forgiveness breaks free
The trees of the field clap their hands
in every rising branch, buds burst into blossom
begin to thrum the Tree's true name -
Saturday, March 8, 2014
Truth in Strange Places
I find truth in the strangest places.
The back of the newspaper buried in an obit. In middle of a medieval movie cloaked in the king's last ditch pre-battle speech. From late night Facebook posts by renegades and rebels with long hair and deep roots. From celebrities getting awards for depicting horrible things. And in the stark, screaming silence of an unanswered email.
And though more rare, I still hear truth in tradition: sung from the choir, whispered in flickering voice by candlelight contemplatives. When long-haired music rises like a wave on the North Shore, dashes against the volcanic rock of my soul, formed when the world was born. I see truth in the sweat of horses over fresh plowed earth. And I stand mouth agape, split open at the selfless setting sun, the clouds all gathered round in glowing admiration.
You leak truth out your pores, give it graciously in thumbs ups and likes, in coffee dates and broken bread, the way you bring the shards of your heart in your unwrapped shoebox and we put that let-go puzzle together again, sometimes with the help of the King's horses and men.
Truth makes its own path. Walks hand in hand with wisdom. It's spoken by old bald men and tall blonde women, bounces happy in a child's eyes and pulses in the laments of colleagues new and old. The next generations, from a troubadour father, pen it in videos, stage and song. It cheers in the come-from-behind win and weeps healing in crushing defeat.
Let the one who has ears to hear, listen. And never, ever, be afraid to let us see you sweat. You are tilling the earth in truth and we will feast together on the harvest.
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Think on These Things
Think on These Things
Only a mother knows what it is like to wait for her child's return.
Relief that first day you walk home from school alone kicking that pebble ahead of you.
Little did you know that she was on her knees half the day praying your heart would not be crushed
And it wasn't, not really, until that day in junior high, and you rush past her without a word, slam the door of your room. But her voice pries open the door and her arms around you accidentally bump the Niagara faucet of tears, her pulse a Richter scale of shattering sobs erupting from a ruptured friendship.
You start leaving in stages, stay away longer each time. Pack less. You touch home base, eat quickly, gather treasures and go learn from other mothers and fathers and brothers in arms. And a mother knows this is why she raised you, praised you, prays for you, stays for you. Waits for you in empty rooms once filled with your light.
She loves life too and lives it well. But it's never so full as when you fill her sight, walk by her side, share with her your other loves. She waits for this.
A mother loves you first and longest.
Perhaps history and kindness will show if she has loved you well.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Be Still
Be Still
In the crush of all that is internet
The noise of all that is media
Relentless pursuit of better faster stronger prettier
I stand in awe
of quiet simple gifts:
The sigh of my aging dog
Comfort of a handmade quilt
Soft snow on pine bough and eyelash
Voice of my Beloved calling
Come away and rest for a while
You are my joy
And I am carried.
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Heirloom Courage
She leans against the black granite counter
over white cupboards garbed in black sweats
under white t-shirt, head still covered from running
in face-slicing cold that frostbites fingertips
A twin to the girl with a pearl earring
she waits with sunset on her face for quinoa in the cooker
pours out her soul, a milk white strand of pearls
scattering across the hardwood
I recover the pearls, store them safe
in my heart shaped listening room
receive with awe the gift offered
try not to be swine
Thursday, January 16, 2014
He draws back the curtain
across a wakening sky
Earth curves the arch of her back
stretches arms of light
to take up the baton of morning
conducts the deliquescence of night
from indigo to amaranth bloom
while I absorb in awe and silence
embraced by a higher love
embraced by a higher love
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
No Gift at All
Curse the plaintive cry
a lava dome rising
from the bottom of my selfish crater:
"After all I've done for you…"
Unleash steam vents of guilt
a chimaera draped around
the slumped shoulders of obligation
Sacrifice with expectations
is a twisted tire iron
a crowbar forged to pry
compliance from the hands of free will
A gift with strings is no gift at all
We drag down sacrifice to the dust
make it sad
weary and despicable
It is not
"giving up things"
but the opposite
I give with joy
my very best
to the one I love
A spectacular eruption
of unfettered worship
(with thanks to Oswald Chambers)
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Surfer King
Surfer King
Sunlight hits peanut butter skin
over muscle mountains
running north south, shoulder to glute
a valley between cradles the spine
which holds this surfer
centered and whole
He stands on old lava, board in hand
times his heartbeat to the incoming wave
As foam licks his feet, he leapfrogs forward
board like a shield
lands first on the water
becomes his ship
Arms are paddles up and over
through the surge, foam, the wicked
rocks submerged under harder current
He pushes out and on, joins the loose
line of laid back loungers
tag team of water walkers
hair or not, male and female created
different but equal on aquamarine bed
He points board nose back to shore
matches paddle speed to incoming wave
springs up to slice the belly of the rising water
until it folds him over and under
spits him out to go again
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Friday, October 4, 2013
The Way to Work
Five magpies
hold a board meeting
black and white rules
bosses all
Black and blue bins
full of themselves
refuse and reuse
march two by two
to the curb
Can you smell the peach
compote in the pink morning
or is it over-ripe apples
as they lose their grip and fall?
Green blades gather on golf links
freeze at the frosty command
of the cold killer
yellow bellied leaves tremble
fall faint to the ground
I walk with a long shadow
urge October to throw coal on the sun
wait for winter's white wonder
dream of a Christmas beach
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Wild, Wild, Wind
Wild wind
swaggers into town
drunk on mountain air
rattles windows and bangs shutters
Gallops down streets and back lanes
looking for another drink of summer
lassos leaves and deck chairs
drags them in a whirling dervish
throws pine cone bullets at their feet
commanding "Dance! Dance!"
strips the branches of gold
robs autumn and my sleep
leaves town with a stolen herd of hopes and provisions
uttering threats that his cold heartless cousin Snow
will soon be by to bury us.
Thursday, July 18, 2013
not a preacher
I come from a long line of preachers, I used to say
kinda wanna be one, I used to wish
but when I think of preachers I used to know,
I recall the ones who've fallen
up front on a pedestal, in front of God and everybody
the higher you go, the farther to fall
the harder to keep your balance
I better keep my feet on the ground
whisper truth and love right there
across the table to where you sit, stir
that cup of coffee with laugh-lightener, tear-sweetener
(gimme a double-double of that brew)
lips busy on the sip, my ears hear you
my heart captures your drift
knits our conversation into a net
ready for the catch of the day
so if I lose my balance
your words hold me
and if you lose yours
we both fall with grace
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Night Light
Just after the sun conquers the eastern horizon,
before the mountains win in the west,
the magic hour casts its lumens
like the pink dress or golden hair of a young girl
I am five, stare with child-wonder,
pivot from east to west, sparking bright
light mirrored in my face from infinite prairie
to snowcapped peaks
There is no darkness
no measurable blackness
only, with time, comes the absence of light
to my sight, to my heart
Yet the Light is always shining
it is my perspective that changes
hold that child-wonder in the night
the morning is a breath away
before the mountains win in the west,
the magic hour casts its lumens
like the pink dress or golden hair of a young girl
I am five, stare with child-wonder,
pivot from east to west, sparking bright
light mirrored in my face from infinite prairie
to snowcapped peaks
There is no darkness
no measurable blackness
only, with time, comes the absence of light
to my sight, to my heart
Yet the Light is always shining
it is my perspective that changes
hold that child-wonder in the night
the morning is a breath away
Saturday, May 25, 2013
when I smooth back my wet hair
how I look like my brothers, the shape
of rising cheeks and hooded eyes
salt-and-pepper roots older than time
Mom's Jantz curl frizzing at the temples
a right-side cowlick over the high
forehead she always tried to cover
using a lock coloured with Loving Care
horizontal lines map tired paths
beneath my chin and toothy smile
vertical lines between my brows
plow deeper furrows as I lean
into the vanity mirror searching
for something far deeper
than the size of my pores
how I look like my brothers, the shape
of rising cheeks and hooded eyes
salt-and-pepper roots older than time
Mom's Jantz curl frizzing at the temples
a right-side cowlick over the high
forehead she always tried to cover
using a lock coloured with Loving Care
horizontal lines map tired paths
beneath my chin and toothy smile
vertical lines between my brows
plow deeper furrows as I lean
into the vanity mirror searching
for something far deeper
than the size of my pores
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Take These Broken Wings
In the safe comfort of a cosy place, I wake almost content.
The new friend who snores gently in the other bed is good company.
She is laid back, undemanding and in tune with the spirit.
The poet in me wants to move to Rosebud.
To write art, capture touch, love unwounded
but I am not yet ready to know myself that well.
For today, wings still bandaged
I return to the city
until I am called out of hiding.
Friday, May 10, 2013
On Malcolm Guite's Singing Bowl
(Read/listen to Singing Bowl first)
I begin the song exactly where I am
and read it first, the black print on white field
while the space behind my eyes fills with volcanic pressure
erupts into my frontal lobe and tears run terrified
away from the bomb blast of epiphany
I let him read it then to me, his clipped British accent
oddly smoothing the standing hair
on the back of my tense neck, crowned with pain
from years of trying to keep a cap on what he says
was both about how to pray and how to fulfil my vocation as a poet
Guttural groan escapes my lips like a long shackled muse
finally seeing the light of day, unsure whether to laugh
moan or write and know, somehow, all three are worship
Today I have chosen to take the road less travelled
as the Singing Bowl unlocks the gate.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
A Poem Before Morning
Wake sweltering at 3:33
drink a glass of cold water
to purify my body of the wine
I had last night
listen to a soft voiced man read
his poetry for a university crowd
and find it ordering my life
explaining God and my affairs
close my eyes
as he shares a poem about
talking his wife to sleep
and I am introduced
to satisfying intimacy of a mind
mapping a path I knew was there
but could never find
the clock reads 4:44
God is a god of order
all is right in my world
and I dare to drift into daydreams
dive from this obligatory shore
into the solitary sea of purpose
the rest of my days
becoming poetry
to make sense of a senseless life
make life of a senseless death
explore an unknown language:
how to talk my love
into satisfying sleep
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Easter Prayer
Dear Lord Jesus, friend, brother and living Love,
May you rise again in me each day,
May your life in me bring love to all I encounter -
in each touch, word, glance, prayer and work of art
May your light empty our personal tombs,
raise us as songs of your glory.
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Monday, November 12, 2012
Cultural Art Show
I wander about the hall, the sale
mercifully small with just five Takumi
Any more would be less I realize
this morning after remembrance
I navigate the narrow channel of buyers
anchor on Bill Toyota's water colours
Acrylics line the wall behind
folded fabric geisha, kanji on parchment
practical rice bowls, whimsical fused glass,
jewelry, fired clay fish, glazed eyes
Each piece signed with artist's seal
excess stock spilling off collapsible tables
like words from the sculptor's mouth
too long alone in the studio
to realize flooding those who migrate past
makes choice impossible
So I leave with my only trophy
a small blue green watercolour
where pastel and shadow merge
humpback breeching east coast waters
I breech the cool outdoors
into late afternoon shadow
with the best from my friend's father
to honour them both
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Friday, November 2, 2012
Hidden in the Darkness
I rage against your wisdom
pound my fists upon your door
run as far from you as Hades,
drop weeping on death's floor
You chase me like a lover
down the beach of my despair
waiting patiently in shadows
while I scream that you're not here
I berate you for my anguish
cry and rage against your will
but the arms I always wanted
I have found around me still
You hold me in my wildness
and you rock me in the storm
give me in your kindness
Pain that unlocks wisdom's store
This mystery that traps me
in the tentacles of time
breathes out your ageless whisper,
"I am yours and you are mine"
I finally rest in secret
in the shadow of your wing
lay my head upon your heartbeat
and my heart is loosed to sing
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Under the perigee moon, we laugh and make tracks in the snow,
exhale the tension of this day into the care of a faithful Creator
who checks it off in his book and works it into a pattern for good
because He promised He would when we love Him.
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Friday, January 14, 2011
The dotted lines rise skyward, spaced evenly
like kindergarteners on a knotted rope
taking a field trip to a southern zoo
but instead of singing a tune
we hear the occasional cry
It's my turn to lead
wings sweep away
with mechanical whirr
no teacher in sight
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Morning Coffee
Low light on frigid peaks near and far.
Snow highlights unmoving heads of spruce
solid frozen mid November's premature death.
Last gasp of the river escapes in a ghostly
blanket under shortened sun.
I shiver inside, robed and slippered
grasp the cup
drink your words
Friday, November 12, 2010
Ode of Halley's Mother
Some hold their children like trophies
Look at what I've done
I've won the prize
Isn't it perfect? Aren't I good?
And theirs sit on the shelf
in the corner, gather dust
lifeless, boring prettiness
until boxed up and carried away
I watch you like a comet
rage across the sky
fly in the face of reason
flee all that burns of me
You play in black holes
and return unscathed
In your path is passion
laughter, drive
My setting sun glows
you rise to music
dash about time
shield your eyes to my light
In need of nothing
you feed on your own fire
forge personal trophies
spill sparks of your day to me
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Rule of Thirds
Early morning rises smoky
pink on gray granite
then fades to spotless blue over
brown and yellow shreds of late autumn
I focus my time lapse stare
on bare ranges, every peak
an undressed mannequin
waiting winter's white dress
A honking flock sweeps past
the lone foreground spruce
in slow motion cinematic triumph
eludes capture
Monday, October 4, 2010
Coffee Rations
He looks me in the eye,
expresses gentle thanks
accepts the gift card I say
in the name of Jesus
pressing his arm so he knows
Touch and Who answered
the prayer from those blue
eyes set on a leathery field
framed with scrub brush
The flag of his face follows
me to the car, drapes itself
over the passenger seat
and my mind
wanders along streets of militant
people who drove
his retreat to that
corner on this day
in the shy way
rain does not wish to fall
on the just
Saturday, September 25, 2010
On Campus
I say the long goodbye; leave you to your freshman start.
I feel six years old, clutch my brown paper bag of penny candy
want to cry over more inside than the melting chocolate
(they say bittersweet is the healthiest kind)
Is that what's smeared on my face? It tastes wet and salty.
As our wheels crunch over pungent autumn,
the growing distance between us fills with falling leaves
until I cannot see you for the blur and flutter
of my eyes.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Whistler to Cache Creek
Narrow road snakes through canyons;
wearily climbs granite giants
crowded shoulder to shoulder
wrapped in frosted spruce.
They toss shale,
expose cleavages of marble,
drape their finery from heaven to earth,
drag ample hems through gurgling creek beds,
wade through rivers,
submerge in turquoise pools.
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