For some there comes a time when a second chance is given.That time then becomes a celebration of the unrecognized gifts of the past and humble gratitude for the wonder of present.
This then is a collection of reflections and comments on life,work,love and faith to be sung ,and danced to, in thanksgiving for a second chance.
Thursday, March 3, 2016
March Madness Prayer 2016
ok they said with biblical promise
spring would arrive at any moment.
said authoritatively “it will soon be here.”
said their prophecies would be realized:
hibernating beasts would slowly wake;
clearing their throats in preparation to fulfill their purpose; and ,
buds magically appearing on grayed branches while buried bulbs would begin to
reach out in resurrection.
proclamation on the cathedral read,
end and the beginning is near!”
would write and preach about the
that ocean of merciful warmth and illumination.
rhymes, mind wandering melodies and echoes of
choral chants spiritually satiated seeking souls with anticipation for sacramental
in the nave of the sanctuary
Nino Demonic Naysayers whispered rhythmically
peace. No spring. No Peace. No Spring”
they right? Who was wrong?
all of this noise just half-hearted speculation?
winter’s curtain be torn wide open ever again?
pilgrims scrambled here and there
with conjectures about the prognostications, beating their chests desiring
absolution and redemption
their faltering faith and lack of trust.
warmed up Easter white vestment adorned players
anxiously waiting to take the field.
fallen branches from the bitter wind,
of the dark frozen gray sky,
prostrate in penitential submissiveness
the ultimate sacred grace.
it matter if meteorological prophets are pseudo-psychic?
it matter that the exiled deportees got lost
the way to the promised land ?
once lost birds of paradise could be heard singing