Thursday, March 3, 2016

March Madness Prayer 2016

Well, ok they said with biblical promise
That spring would arrive at any moment.
They said authoritatively “it will soon be here.”
They said their prophecies would be realized:
The hibernating beasts would slowly wake;
Robins clearing their throats in preparation to fulfill their purpose; and ,
The buds magically appearing on grayed branches while buried bulbs would begin to reach out in resurrection.
The proclamation on the cathedral read,
“The end and the beginning is near!”
They  would write and preach about the forthcoming immersion
Into that ocean of merciful warmth and illumination.
Endless rhymes, mind wandering melodies and echoes of
Midnight choral chants spiritually satiated seeking souls with anticipation for sacramental satisfaction.
Yet, in the nave of the sanctuary
El Nino Demonic Naysayers whispered rhythmically
“No peace. No spring. No Peace. No Spring”
Were they right? Who was wrong?
Was all of this noise just half-hearted speculation?
Would winter’s curtain be torn wide open ever again?
Meandering pilgrims scrambled here and there
consumed with conjectures about the prognostications, beating their chests desiring absolution and redemption
for their faltering faith and lack of trust.
The warmed up Easter white vestment adorned players
Prayed anxiously waiting to take the field.
Frail fallen branches from the bitter wind,
Remnants of the dark frozen gray sky,
Lay prostrate in penitential submissiveness
To the ultimate sacred grace.
Does it matter if meteorological prophets are pseudo-psychic?
Does it matter that the exiled deportees got lost
On the way to the promised land ?
Those once lost birds of paradise could be heard singing
to anyone who stopped to listen
“ the great love is never really absent -
- just open up your heart .”

                   Wild Geese - Mary Oliver
              (Can't see vide? Click on link below )

                          Here Comes the Sun - Paul Simon with Crosby and Nash
                                              (can't see video ? click on link below)


If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze

that it made you want to throw
open all the windows in the house

and unlatch the door to the canary's cage,
indeed, rip the little door from its jamb,

a day when the cool brick paths
and the garden bursting with peonies

seemed so etched in sunlight
that you felt like taking

a hammer to the glass paperweight
on the living room end table,

releasing the inhabitants
from their snow-covered cottage

so they could walk out,
holding hands and squinting

into this larger dome of blue and white,
well, today is just that kind of day.


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