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.

Ode to a Ginkgo’s Leaves

O yellow, sometimes e’en
gold, but with a tinge of slightest green,
undulating before my gaze,
each leaf’s changing
as the sun o’er my shoulder
leans, o you, dear leaves, doth arrest
me in my tracks, because
there is something
about your countenance,
which makes me believe you once
cradled my Savior’s
Shadow as He walked past.

John 11:35

("Jesus Wept")

All the people whom
Jesus helped – the little people,
the poor, the outcasts,
the marginalized, almost all of
whom are unknown and
unreferenced in the Gospels, those
people, these people,
became like drops of moisture
in the quiet, sweet waters
of the 23^rd Psalm.
In their anonymity, they
assumed their place
in the community of saints,
and outward they
rippled over all of Palestine,
shouting hosannas in
the present tense of “I AM”
rhyme.