Poems for this season (2026)
Idol
Sometimes I picture you
like a plaster Jesus
nailed to a wall
who has eyes but can't see
who has ears
but can't hear at all
You seem like a rag doll
who does not open his mouth
when yanked by the Right
and snatched by the Left,
lifted like a golden calf
of their own design
"My favorite emptiness,"
calls you the poet,
perhaps groping for the True God
(Me too!)
(Me too!)
I'm Doubting Thomas,
Denying Peter
But then...
Then I remember your acts of love
and cling to the promise
of your second coming
May you open our eyes
May you kill our pride
May your kingdom come
May your will be done
May our idols be toppled
to the ground
We
We treat you like Moloch,
a blood-thirsty god
and offer our children
for favor and guns
We lift you up as our banner,
our warrior god,
and claim without doubt
that you are on our side
We're greedy wanderers
striking rocks for money-water
building altars to Mammon,
chasing after the next savior-idol
We pretend to be You,
our very own god,
we call all the shots
and decide what is right
Mercy, mercy!
We're blind seekers
groping for a helping hand,
confused and bruised
by the lies of false prophets,
longing for truth and for light
Questions
I thought of you while driving---
an emptiness, an absence, a crucifix on the wall
Are you
there?
where?
true?
A potential war with Iran
Narcos burning cars
Trump concerned with himself
In a jolt of faith,
I ask instead,
How long?
How long?
How long?
Superlative
The name
reveals
the
pride:
"Epic Fury"
"Awesome"
"Massive"
"Huge"
"Like never seen before"
For out of the abundance of the heart
speaks his mouth.
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