Even at Sunset, You Show Me the Passion of Your Shroud

John 19:38-42

A complete silence
settles, and utter stillness darkens
my awe, and Our Lord from
His Cross is being taken down, and
Joseph of Arimathea and Nicodemus
are hurrying to wrap Him with
perfumed spices…before
turns into blood-red
the night’s burial cloth.

You

Plantain Lily

You whisper,
e’en lighter than a
desert vesper.
You bleat in the meekest
voice, Your chords
in the sheepfold
mercifully ne’er hoarse.
You disperse the
sand eddies swirling in my
soul, and in dry
crags and hollows,
I learn my loneliness is
not alone.

At the Hummingbird Feeder

John 9:7

Not all Beauty
knows it is beautiful,
and sometimes
e’en wears a mask to hide
what it thinks should
be seen only in disguise.
But God created
Beauty in His image and
likeness, and at the
Pool of Siloam were opened
Beauty’s eyes.

Divine Wisdom

“Thus at last you will find rest in her,
and she will become your joy”
Sirach 6:27-31

Upon a hosta’s
shoulders in gratitude a
daylily rests, and
stretches out without fear
her stalk – no longer
worried about
how anyone would
perceive her face,
gifted by Beauty as she
was at Genesis’ first
glint of Dawn.

Peering into the Hues and Words of Her Blue Womb:

"They Have No Wine"
John 2:1-12

Was Jesus’ 30-year
hidden life an extension of the
nine months in His
mother Mary’s womb,
whereby in the anonymity and
seclusion and safety of
Nazareth, He was
nourished and shaped
and formed as by a potter’s
wheel…? Until at the
Wedding Feast of Cana
He was once again born, and
due to His mother’s
persistence and insistence,
His ministry like the
infinite folds of hydrangea was
unfurled – and the
Incarnate Word became
water into finest
wine, His spiritual
realm finally revealed.