Friday, June 22, 2012

Poem for Palm Sunday


Ultimate sorrow
The Son of Man has died
Condemned by the crowd

Humiliated
Crucified

His death
Seared into the soul of all
His last breath
A signal
A clarion call

Make ready
Your own day of judgment
Will come
Then all will know
Whether you have heeded
The words of the only Son

Be aware
Be on guard
But know
The way of the Paschal Lamb
Is not hard

You need only hold
In high regard
The Holy Trinity
Your rewards will be many
If you recognize
And cultivate
Your inner divinity

A Loud Proclamation 6/19/12



Oh Dalia
My only love
Your brown eyes
Tell me all I need to know

Wherever life takes us
We will go
Together
To be
Without your arms around me
Is like agony

We are not young
We have both seen much
But when we touch
Each day
Becomes a life of its own
When we make love
Time is suspended
There is nothing
But a frozen moment
Never ended

We are blessed by God
With a love
That demands consummation
Your hand in mine
Gives me the strength
To make a loud proclamation
Yes! This is my love
This is the woman
God has chosen for me
A woman of beauty
Charm and grace
A woman whose face
I never tire of seeing
A woman whose love
Brings madness to my being
A woman who answers
The question of why
A woman whose love
Will surround me
Till the day I die
A woman whose love
I surrender to
Willingly
What I finally
Long to be
Is everything
She wants from me

Let us calm
Each other's fears
As we face
The coming years
Let our love
Increase our power
So when we face
Our final hour
We can say
That we have lived
And gave everything
We had to give


First Poem for My New Love 5/14/12


Dalia my darling
when I see your face
my soul bursts into joyous song
I know that I belong
right by your side
I take your hand
with unbounded pride
and God will lead us
everywhere we need to go

when we are apart
I miss you
every minute of every hour
my delicate, fortified flower
yet my heart
remains pointed in your direction
and though I know
we have the protection
of the Almighty
we recognize the need to cultivate
our personal divinity
to flourish and grow

so as we start
let us recognize
that we are imperfect beings
let our eyes
keep seeing
the potential of our love to sustain
may we always remain
in this exalted state
and may our fate
be one of acceptance
and may our true selves
be what we always show
to one another