The Custodian The coffee cups we take into the sanctuary she sees as spots to scrub from the carpet later. On youth night she braces herself for toilets plugged with paper towel sinks clogged with toilet paper. The inconspicuous, numberless door in the hallway we’ve never really noticed— she has the key to it could… Continue reading The Custodian
Betrayer I never fit with the eleven. Fishermen, tax collector, even the Carpenter lack my calculating mind. Obviously now a push is needed to make Him show Himself for who He is. The others will thank me from their places by the throne even the J. brothers— getting their mother to ask for left and… Continue reading Betrayer
TABITHA While others haggled over meat and fish I caressed bolts of nubby linen examined weave of wool marveled at the rich lightness of silk. When I became disciple love of finery and fabric was all I had to give the Risen Wearer of the unseamed cloak. Then I forsook my search for that embroidered… Continue reading Tabitha
Two poems about Christmas i this is a poem about the last page a poem about feeling panicked a poem about lists this is a poem about shopping and tired feet about choosing the right card then signing your name 47 times a poem about wrapping paper, tape and ribbon this is a poem about… Continue reading Two poems about Christmas
Advent preparations Pull Christmas out of the crawl space blow dust off pine cones fluff up ruffles arrange wired ribbon hang Christmas plate and Mom’s embroidery test music box find Christmas candles and chip last year’s wax off the holders unpack green and red mugs untangle lights and find the empty socket for the candle-carrying… Continue reading Advent preparations
Just Before Cock-Crow You are his friend from Galilee I do not, do not know the man I’m not his friend and not his clan he really is stranger to me. You’re dreaming up a fantasy you little wench with evil plan. You were with him from Galilee. On oath, I do not know the… Continue reading Just Before Cock-crow
Clay Cup “Does a clay pot argue with its maker?” - Isaiah 45:9 (NLT) A clay cup put to the lips of a Dalit, Harijan, slumdog is not rinsed, washed or reused. The drinker is to break it crush it, ground it into dirt a reminder he is below, worthless untouchable. Would I be willing… Continue reading Clay Cup
Trust? (After Psalm 91:4) Under hollow bones connected by mere cartilage and skin clothed in feathers and down? Then I remember the wing-bearer has the heart of a lion. © 2012 by Violet Nesdoly ********************* The internet is full of interesting poetry prompts. My attention was snagged by this photo of a wing with its… Continue reading Trust?
Just when you thought the excitement was over I know you just fell asleep after his midnight feed and that you’ve had an exhausting day. I know we’ve dreamed of living – just the three of us – in rooms behind the cedar-fragrant shop and that I promised to build you a kitchen table and… Continue reading Just when you thought the excitement was over
Christmas Crossroads Mary could have said ‘No’ to the angel and refused the Spirit’s advances Joseph could have broken the engagement and exposed Mary to the wrath of the law The shepherds could have dismissed the angels as illusion their invitation to Bethlehem foolhardy and impractical The wise men could have rationalized the star into… Continue reading Christmas Crossroads
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