El Nino

Vincent Van Gogh, Wheatfield with Crows, 1890

fill your heart
with rush of rain,

open palms
to receive

new life
for your heart
of winter!

oh, see how
the birds
fiercely sing
my love!

(5 January 2016)


Psalm 9-11 (dedicated to Fr. Mychal Judge)


I hear your soft voice
In the hushed evening breeze
as gentle wind fills
these tall, murmuring trees.

For you’re never too far;
your soft breath I can feel.
My soul stirs with faith
that no anger can steal.

Through the cold, empty night
you fill my dark soul.
Your brilliant light breaks
death’s harsh, ancient hold.

In the morning I’ll hear
your clear voice proclaim
my life you’ve restored,
bitter tears wiped away.

(7 March 2014)

St. Peter Addressing the Begger


Look up at me, turn
your wide eyes,
expectant, wondering,
hopeful, and see
what I can give.

Do you want a coin? Some-
thing good to eat? Do
you want a little

I have none of these
to give you
but the kindness
and the secret of
the seeds of healing
flowing all around you
spring breeze
swirling, gentle desire
blessing your torn lungs, infusing
your tainted blood, singing
sweetly your freedom!

In His name, then, I command you
to rise and take your place
beside me, and enter into
His holy temple!

(14 April 2013)

Meditation at San Damiano


San Damiano retreat Center[2]

dark veins fill my sight
lying dendrites firing doubt
through my fragile faith,

denying all escape

but as these steps rise up the steep hill
and converge into the unseen sky

I climb
to my blue redemption,

and free.

(20 Aug. 2010)

Consoling Martha


Freely flow her fears;
a dam so brimful
cannot contain
such towering waves.

Wondering that
my words fail
to give peace,
I reach out
and take her trembling hands.

I brush away
all her
bitter tears

(13 April 2011)

You Speak


“I am myself a word spoken by God. Can God speak a word that does not have any meaning?” Thomas Merton


You speak
and I breath the air
that you imagine,

smile, and like the calling bird,
I rise to the sun!

But when my selfish soul
swells with self-
sent hell
you wake me,
and expel me
from my troubled sleep.

Oh, I yearn for that day
when forgiven and
by your love
I’ll steadfastly abide
in your constant light.

(2 February 2012)

Sunset, Christmas Eve


Light’s nearly gone
bare trees flare gold

sun descends,
day turns cold.

Old world ends
in a brilliant flash

but from the east
hope springs at last

fresh from a child
drawing first breath,

as the tawdry cycle
of night and day,

the hopelessness
of fear and hate

new love overwhelms
as new day begins

with first holy breath
of this God-infant.

(24 December 2011)