Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Hair Care

How does a beautician do it?  
Cut my hair so I walk out of there
looking smart and styled, 
only to appear in the mirror 
the next day
looking dumb and chopped.


He said,  "Do you know a Theodore?"
"No,"  she said.  "But I know two Teds.  

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Yes, back to writing

A Polka Dance shirt is plaid with snaps.
"Dad,  you don't want one of those."  

Arts and Crafts and Myrtle.  gentle spirit.  more to her.  but who knew it.  
she died last week,  but it's not too late for me.


I hear Cindy's feet pattering 
down the hallway and into the kitchen.
She is wheel chair bound with MS.
So yes, I was dreaming...dreaming turned
into a prayer request.


Day Care Provider

   She has disease spots
all over her body,  that sister of mine.  
   A child in her daycare asks,  touching  her face,  "What are they?" and decides, 
 "I like them.  They look like butterflies."


Early Rain AT 3 AM
Not all the snow on the ground has melted yet.  
March 29th.  The celebration of Christ entering the city 
with a chorus of Hosannas and palm branches alongside. 
 Christ still in the flesh,  who wept a second time
knowing the joy and sorrow and the joy to come for the people and for Jerusalem. 

Catching UP

 Legacy Grant?

   The red haired girl on Minnesota PBS strums a base fiddle - a tipped up wash tub attached to a stick and some strings.  (It sounds like an Appalachian thing.)
   In the midst of Minnesota's flat farmland, my grandmother played Christmas Carols on an upright piano.
   She washed clothes in a wash tub plunked
outdoors in the snow.
   On a wash board.
   Water heated in a copper kettle on top of a gas stove.
   Five children with clean frocks and corduroy pants.
   Five times she had pneumonia.

   On the top of her piano,  a vase, and brown tone photograph, alongside a little black plaque with painted flowers and a verse "And the peace of God,  which passes all understanding,  will keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus."  Philippians 4:7.
   I saw it there when I first learned to read. 

I no longer intend to strive
but embrace the quiet of my life. 

Contrast is good.
It sharpens the point like a pencil.

I'm writing again.
It feels like getting in touch 
with an old friend.

I write before the King of Kings, 
How wonderful an audience is that?

Friends you hear from at Christmas or afterwards

Don't you hate it when long ago,  far away friends email you when  your annual Christmas greeting card doesn't show. You want to...