22nd Sunday in Ordinary Time
leaf you green
sky you blue
flower you smell
-- Catherine Senne Wallace
Easter in Kenwood barrio
Eden Prairie, Minn.
Christ rises in us
and stands in our
aside our smoking backyard barbecue
With a wave and a
he greets our strolling neighbors,
We continue our twenty-four hour toast to
as, with us, he raises his brown glass bottle of
will be hungover.
he will say,
remember our hangover
the day after
-- Tom Keene
The third time you asked me to forgive you,
I had to
tell you I dont know what it means.
What act is this, forgiving?
What acts in this forgiving?
Is it a movement of tongue, or mind, or
You would like my mouth to work.
For me to utter the
incantation: I forgive you.
Or deeper: To think a thought
that releases you.
Or deeper: To feel some turning in my chest.
none of these organs forgive.
They all have too much to do anyway.
Perhaps forgiveness is the work of the spleen.
That most mysterious and
ignored of organs.
Ask 100 educated people what it does
and 95 will
not know, except to remind you
it ruptures in car wrecks and in falls
from high places
and has to be removed and people live without it.
holds our blood, circulates it through
a labyrinth of vessels, cleanses
So fragile, so prone to rupture. When broken,
heal. It can only be removed.
I still have my spleen. I forgive
-- Dale Wisely
The Irish Biddy To The Flies
Ye durty little devils,
dont ye rub your hands
All eyes ye are and buzzing
round me table set for tea.
sugar bowl or slop jar
to ye tis all the same.
For your seed,
breed, and generation
I begrudge ye your own name.
Fly is what an angel does.
Can ye not hear the fff of
or see the shimmer puff of dust
as her toes push off the
Sure, tis lovely how her fingertips
and her overarching
lie in the silent currents
gliding stillnesses that
While ye, ye plaguey craytures, zing
about on busy wings
like windows in a horse-drawn hearse.
Dont ye turn
all-seeing eyes on me
and drone your curse
and crawl and rub
your true and ancient Bible name:
-- Margaret Doyle
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