Notes: Dudley Street goes through Boston's Roxbury neighbourhood. Domine non sum dignus: Lord, I am not worthy. Three degrees above zero: as measured in Fahrenheit; the Celsius equivalent would be -16 degrees.




Seven Devotional Poems

1

 

i am zacchaeus

fumbling up the sycamore

to catch a glimpse

 

i am the leper

flinging my corruption

onto the mercy of jesus

 

i am the woman at the well

parched at high noon

a dry and barren land

where no water is

 

i am the psalmist

grief dims my eyes

my beauty is gone

for very trouble

 

i am pope francis

kneeling to wash

the feet of inmates

on holy thursday

 

i am a prisoner of sin

a mendicant of mercy

begging for blessings

greedy for grace

 

2

 

i am mary of bethany

and jesus rides the number 15 bus

in the heartadown dudley

 

smiling unsmiling

radiant weary

brown and black faces

of the sweet lord christ

 

domine non sum dignus

 

only say the word

my soul shall be healed

 

3

 

repentance steven tells me

does not wear a long face

as it is the freedom

to rejoice

 

4

 

it is liberating to be abject

it is exaltation to be humble

it is resurrection to be dust

 

5

 

winter liturgy

in the roxbury convent

 

three degrees above zero outside

but warm in the schoolhouse chapel

 

the "old-shoe" priest father waldron

head bandaged from recent surgery

 

nonagenarian sisters

of the blessed sacrament

praying over the hiss and clank

of the aged radiator

 

on a table in the back of the chapel

a beat-up paperback

by the jesuit william barry

god and you

 

6

 

dare we hope

in a god

who loves us

not in spite of

but because

 

7

 

my lord my god

you cannot be

that white-bearded cartoon

 

my lord my god

are you the love

that religion seems to forbid

 

my lord my god

can you restore

all that you have taken away

 

my lord my god

do you reside on high in the clouds

or live among bricks and dust

 

my lord my god

your faithful servant lies beneath

the wreckage of his hopes

 

my lord my god

my heart cannot rest in you

you have given my soul no peace

 

my lord my god

you are the cruel fate

to which i am condemned

 

my lord my god

you are the cross

on which i hang





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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
It seems to be a night for digging deep. Maybe it's winter's onset.
I don't know if it's Divine Inspiration, maybe, but these poems seem to be a little other-worldly, coming from somewhere deep. I mean that as a sincere compliment, they are rich fare.
2017-11-02


Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
A very moving compilation. A piece for meditation and reflection. Honest and profound.
2017-11-02