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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