Published on: 12/9/2013
My World

I would follow you, Jesus
if I did not live in a kingdom
where one thing covets another
the chair a table, the floor a rug
the wall a picture, water a faucet
space me
I do not stand with my feet on the earth anymore
The tree is no longer a brother to me

In my kingdom
—which creates me—
I hung a one-hundred-watt sun.
I decorate the wall by nailing
a portrait of god to it,
which an artist has made
in his own image

Published on: 12/4/2013
egress

enclosed by a wall
that is empty inside
I am riding an express train

on my left
is a madman
on my right
is a child

through their eyes,
as through a door
open to a garden,
birds fly

Published on: 10/23/2010
* * *

a group of people
push their way
onto a crowded bus

a three-year-old boy
exclaims:

finally
we are riding together
the whole family!

Published on: 10/23/2010
A Sparrow

They talked about great pain
Finally the time of silence came
The wind moved the curtain
A sparrow sat on a twig
and chirped

Somebody asked:
"What are you doing here,
little one?"
He sang:
"For this I entered the world,
that I might testify to truth"

Published on: 10/23/2010
Missionary of Love

Do not be afraid
I have not come
to yell the names of things unknown
into your ear

I will not be
attaching a beard to God's face
or putting glasses on yours

I have come to ask
for a little bit of room