Contemplations At Sunset
Before me: sprawling green in the equipoise
of March equinox, and the gangly joey
hanging out of pouch, a sort of Cirque du Soleil act
in acrobatic nibblings on jewelled grass. Where flocks
of sulphur-crested cockatoos frolic high in trees,
squawking, screeching, claim their rights to food.
They gather in their troops. And barren chooks
have left shadowed orchard rows, robotically
return to roosts to remain safe, secure
from sly and hungry snakes.
Kookaburras too, are calling
long, loud, telling every
living thing around
that *this* sound means
the land belongs to them.
with the sun’s closing rays
brings life to earth, softly
sprinkling tears from above.
I look for a rainbow over
yonder Cathedral Rock.
Giant bamboos groan, clatter,
shocking Peace Doves to the skies.
first published at Cezanne's Carrot, March 2006
How Sacred is Sacred?
We are devout victims
of a Church which misinterprets,
expounds God's word to mean
there is no love, no respect
for those less powerful, like cute
choir boys or orphans in their care
We are devout victims of a Church
which misinterprets, expounds God's word
to mean there is no love, no respect
for those among us, one in three
deemed deviants. We are devout victims
of a Church which misinterprets, expounds
God's word to mean the bishop cannot be gay.
Nuns and professors don't do that, never did,
and homosexuals do not pray, nor ever
should they marry. But I have sung His glory
in cathedral choirs, taught catechism
at the Sunday School, learned not to kill
or steal or hate. In middle-age I still rejoice
each day I give my daily bread to beasts and man.
Let no one hunger, starve from want of
human love, compassion.
Everywhere every life is sacred:
The girl, the boy, the woman, the man
The flashing lights of fireflies
The trees in bud, the hanging fruits
The baby in her crib, gurgling, calling for her mother's breast
Bird songs, exotic insects, sexual scents
The Lord was My Shepherd
I've studied science, thrown away
intelligent design, threats of religious zealots
And I shall not want.
first published New Verse News April 18 2008