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there may be darkness

Every year

he says, “I love these people.

I’m going to go be with them,

just to walk them through the darkness.”


Every year the angels tell him,

No, this is a bad idea.

It never works.

But the Eternal One nods at him and smiles

a sad little smile,

and he pours himself out

into a great mysterious emptiness,

and he comes.


He always comes

and walks with us,

and every year I walk with him,

he smiles and nods that same smiling nod.


There is the brief moment in the stable—

despite the hardship quite lovely, really—

but then the hard work,

the road, the town square, the disputes…


And then he is taken.

Every year, taken:

shot beside me as we walk,

jailed, deported, lynched, crucified.


I walk on without him,

looking for a welcome place for him,

trying to bear that light,

let it gleam just a little…

And then it gets darker,

until it seems stupid and hopeless and foolish,

and then once again,

the angels shaking their heads

but singing glory anyway,

he comes.


Knowing, he comes,

every year he comes.

And I watch for them to take him,

and they do take him, every year,

and I say,

“The angels are right, this doesn’t work.”


He nods and smiles and says,

“Yes it does.”

And he comes again.

And I,

a tiny light in a great emptiness,


I am waiting for him.

Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light


just as you are

rusty and dusty

a bit ragged

with that nagging cough

edges frayed and worn

a bit of dust is the stuff of life

dry bones beginning to breathe

be alert, that’s not chocolate under your fingernails…

check the room, don’t let the bedbugs bite…

but do let your out-dated arrogance go up in smoke

easily, so easily, let go your striving

remember life is but a dream within a dream

kiss me with the mouth with which you just voraciously ate rare meat –

that mouth you drank copious amounts of wine, with –

just kiss me thoroughly

let your carnal juices run and mingle with mine

don’t stop to wipe your sweat dripping onto my waiting skin

let me trust you

with my darkest secrets

and yes, please, do the same for me

let’s tell the stuff that make us squirm

let’s be completely uncomfortable together

leave the light on so I see all of your naked body

while you trace my stretch marks, I will gently kiss your souls’ scars

we’ll lay all night in pools of starlight

square in the middle of the circle of us

arms and legs intertwined

as our hearts grow entwined together

until we are paralyzed by our own beauty

I am learning everything I need to know in this world

the song of the whales as they ride the green and blue star filled waves

into the night sky of eternity


Amy Lloyd

I want to write a poem the birds will understand

and the snakes and stones

the trees with their

secrets and green faces

Let it enchant the dolphins and the whales

when they are courting in the middle of the ocean

Let it talk with the aborigine

who knows the moon’s a person in the sky

And should it be the last poem in the world

let it be among the first in worlds we’ve never

seen                                 where it may talk to rivers

there                                                       and animals we’ve only

seen in dreams                                              Let it walk

around in rooms                                                      where

God’s footprints have remained behind

Let it be something I’ve been unable to imagine here

There’ll be fish there             I may be riding on the

back of one today

Will the poem be about the cheetahs and the wind

we only see when we’re in love?


Paul Carroll

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