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Why so glum, Judas, I presume?

Why so glum, Judas, I presume?

Why so glum, Judas, I presume? Sitting at the table, such a lonely countenance You have only to lift your eyes to your friend, breaking bread with you; open your eyes to the very bread of life.   Why so glum, Judas, I wonder? So near to love, yet with a pout and scowl You … Continue reading

White Crane

White Crane

Bark, tough and earthy under my palm thick skin – you’ve got a decade on me and scars, visible in each bump and crag.   Eye and heart, drawn to a wound hidden gracefully in green boughs, wide enough for my finger and I cannot feel the bottom.   Cracks radiate pain and consequence outward. … Continue reading

Medium

Medium

“I’m not little, I’m medium!” with feet planted, you declare to those at the playground who would exclude the ‘little brother.’   Big squeezes, kisses rain upon your cheeks, rosy from outside play. Big squeeze, big squeeze, then: “Daddy, that’s too hard! I’m medium.”   Dogs on leashes, small dogs – these don’t frighten the medium … Continue reading

Politics/When in Rome

Politics by Jen A. Grieshaber If I’m elected, I promise to work for the good of all… (especially my close friends …and my bank account) and to work to increase jobs in our hometown (unless there is a strike or picket, you know how annoying those things are!) and to provide a safe place for … Continue reading

A Little Note

A Little Note

A Little Note I have taken the earrings from on your dresser. They are probably expensive and sentimental. But don’t worry, I will try to be careful with them. —- Jennifer Anne Grieshaber This is a poem I wrote in high school, as part of the capstone assignment my senior year. I emulated several of … Continue reading

Amos Wilder Poem: Wedding

Amos Wilder Poem: Wedding

Yesterday, I was on my way to visit my…well, technically my step-grandmother-in-law, but since that’s a mouthful, I just call her Bubby Lola.  She lives in a town about two hours away, and I found myself driving and listening to the Interdenominational Protestant Service of Worship at Marsh Chapel (part of Boston University, streamed on NPR). Wedding, a … Continue reading

beckoning

beckoning

in the soft part of the night as i am alone and dark my heart hears yours and soul to soul we whisper secret longings and cry silent tears   across my cloudy soul, over the dew dripped plains of my insides the rays of sunlight fall and i am shaken to depths beyond reach … Continue reading

The Ordinary Tree

The Ordinary Tree

The Ordinary Tree 6:25 am and we sit in the chapel bleary eyed with sleep, psalm after psalm and outside the open window with the icons perched precariously is a tree. The leaves warrant not more than a passing glance – just plain old green with a few crab apples, not even good for flinging, … Continue reading

On a Pomegranate

On a Pomegranate

You wouldn’t know the complex trail of seeds within, a whole universe hidden, snug and safe within a waxy sheen of red. You couldn’t tell the days of waiting, the hours of silence, the minutes of longing as each seed burst into life, and then began the painstaking process of becoming a full seed. You … Continue reading

in the afternoon

head pounding, neck aching, radio blaring the ride home is a numb blur of grays and browns, whizzing by monotonous sounds sliding into one another and as I take a breath, I’m parked in the drive and – how did that happen?? slow, savor, see the gifts. slow and notice breath: my own miraculous inhale … Continue reading