Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Untitled (for now)

I borrowed from Emily Dickinson's "I'm Nobody" for this one. Thank you, Emily!

My heart is broken.
How is yours? Is it broken, too?
Then there’s a pair of us – don’t tell!
They’d send us to a shrink.

Let’s give the bits to Christ our King.
He’ll bind them up in time.
For His broke with a thousand thorns.
Come take my hand and kneel.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

To Play in Moses’ Beard

an ekphrastic poem about Michelangelo’s Moses (look it up first if you don't know it!)

Oh to play in Moses’ beard, in twisting waterfalls of stone,
And climb, and slide, and hide within, and tuck myself in a curl,
If I could dance on Moses’ hands, in a dress of rock which shone,
En pointe, pirouette on his nails, on each of his knuckles, twirl,

On stone tablets, I would tiptoe, like a balance beam-ing act,
Seeing the Law the Lord inscribed, I would trace it with my hands,
Then hop and perch on the prophet’s knee, to tremble as he shakes,
Next I would scale his folding robes, till I stood gazing at his face,

Inside his ear, I would crawl, attempt to hear the Voice he heard,
Stare right in his stony eye, and burst at the reflection there,
Put my cheek to his furrowed brow, to listen to thoughts whispered,
Eager for more, I would catch a curl, up to his crown of hair,

And last, which should have been the first, I would sit on his right horn.
Looking out – oh! I would see the back of The Almighty Lord.