mustard seed

small yellow

orange

amber color

in a locket

or a pocket

the small sample

a taste of prayer

that someone higher is there

faith to say

mountain be moved!

 

from a homily by fr john norman

killjoy

the boy

hates me

see

so love

is inverse

perverted

by hate

and so called

certain memories

and the candid

manic dances of joy of mine

piss him off

jealous’

well of acrid

soul

and criticise

his daddy

madly

daily

no way to be

but a choice

and a bitter voice too

think

drink it in

so it goes

no hurry

do not worry

 

rinse

water

cold

hot

tepid

from the tap

unseen

things

ingest

the test

gut

has

too

the will

to stomach

them literally

blood and water

be it a son

or daughter

smart remarks

retort

spoiled

foiled

no friend

and end

it with theĀ  others

cos the cause

is the same

and the name

is holy

and sacred

no matter how thick the skin

or sin

repent

and remove stain red as the blood

on the tree of ultimate victory over death

rise

now

slow

and grow

to later

light

do not

fight the day before

nor the past

nor let them cast

doubts

of new shadows

upon ye me see?

moral attitude

do not judge

but budge

nudge

by Him

the laws

apply

so say both tomorrow and today

you gonna pay!

 

from a homily by fr ken vialpando

think

drink it in

so it goes

no hurry

do not worry

 

peers

push it

thugs

and beasts

and none

of which

in the least

destroy

more than i

why?

cos the take the time

to find the offense

of the racism

and seize

the day

their way

a flag

a notion

of change

but this rearrange

is facile

and futile

reality

is do something

positive

and then take

care

to share

the power of prayer

 

foggy

bottom

the top

is unclear

sheer

beauty

of the mind

find

habit

forming