Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Praying Mantis



Are all His creatures, bowing down in prayer
for the present moment –  by design?
Did He strike a chord – a balance
Within His creations and their relationship to time?

So much so, that they seem to know how to be themselves?

Why are we, even though created in His image,
So oft devoid of presence of mind – courage - heart
So oft not in this present moment
But instead like Lot’s wife – looking back- looking apart.

Or if not back - then looking forward
yearning for something more - like its owed to us
fantasizing about some imagined future
some utopia in the distance - an idea of "success."

So we struggle: So I struggle, too.
What intricate fantasies, I have created.
Unable to sit still in the moment
Impatient, never deferring or respecting male-headship.

See, I have paid the price – high and costly
For speaking always and speaking loudly.

Instead, I will make the mantis my mentor.

That as an image will remind me
To bow my head – put my hands in prayer
And for sound reasoning – keep my mind clear. 

To have the courage to put Him first – before me
So that – like a beacon - He will guide my attitude
In any direction – so that it’s like second nature
To consult Him – and walk in constant gratitude

Just like all His creations do – from sun up to sun down
Worship the Lord in their different fashions
Just by being perfectly themselves and serving Him
The only way they know how.

Praying Mantis, I will study how you pray.
Just like second nature – as God fashioned you that way
I will carry God's words in my heart
So that when I speak – only His words will come out. 




For S.B.
For unto whomsoever much is given,
of him shall be much required: 
and to whom men have committed much, 
of him they will ask the more.
Luke 12:48

Friday, September 14, 2012

holding myself accountable

I am reminded - 
day in and night out
that I must hold myself accountable for my actions
in every space and moment

even when 
I could allow my pride to 
put me in a higher place
or pride to get me attention
I keep gravitating towards


working hard.
and doing good.

when I am bound to pain and when I am afraid
I pray
in that darkness 
and God shines a light 
shines a way
both to my path and to my feet. 
Shines a way through and I am blessed with his words

work hard
and do good.


Thursday, September 13, 2012

Glory, Glory





I am certain
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
That through You, my poetry will take different shape.
Like the shape of a tiny cicada that wants to dig free
think description of the things that live around 
that exist simply to show us 
the bounty 
the glory, glory

that my poetic lips will grow 
more silent of lusts and greeds and deeds
and instead use my poet hands to 
grow more praise of Your bounty
of Your glory, glory

poetry - where there won’t be much mention of me
Lord, help me, silence my ego.
And let me be still and at peace -forever in Your presence
And let me shape these words into something so lovely
That people smile at the sight of these words.

Like the shape of a tiny cicada growing big
And finally pushing free to make one of Your many sounds– sound around us
sounds that surround us
Reminding us all
The glory and the glory – of Your creation. 




for You

why wouldn’t I write poetry about You?
Why did I go this long without uttering words of praise
And awe and gratitude towards You?

All this time, I have written about anger and fear
About men About love
About loves labors lost
Trying to imitate Shakespeare
And others
Trying to imitate myself.

When the authentic thing finally pushed through

 It was for You, God. Always for You.