52 SONGS

...the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life...

Monday, December 26, 2016

The Mountains

The mountains, in their size, in their
preposterous angles, in the thin air

you must imbibe to scale
their preposterous angles, allow adults

if they're thoughtful to think through
geologic time and see the smallness

of their size against the size of the peaks
they marvel at as corollary to the size

of their span on earth, the plans
they make, the stupidity--unavoidable

but nevertheless properly cursed--
of their actions against forces

that will not stop and have no reason to
and which extend into the endless distance

such that the mind cannot contain them,
because it, the mind, is a pin prick,

smaller even, undetectable by any instrument,
though it, the mind, says to the body

heaving itself up the snowy slope
with sled in hand, carried for

children waiting at the top,
"Take a breath, a breath, a breath."

Sunday, December 11, 2016

La La Land

Keeping in mind, as I did while I watched it, these words of Jordan Davis's..."A lot of what I was taught to call good writing turns out to be performing the indifference of the truly wealthy," I nevertheless implore you to run to the movies and see La La Land on the big screen, preferably with someone you love and/or like being with. The thing is a joy-delivery machine.

Saturday, December 10, 2016

Acts 8: 26-39

Then an angel of the Lord said to Philip, “Get up and go toward the south to the road that goes down from Jerusalem to Gaza.” (This is a wilderness road.) So he got up and went. Now there was an Ethiopian eunuch, a court official of the Candace, queen of the Ethiopians, in charge of her entire treasury. He had come to Jerusalem to worship and was returning home; seated in his chariot, he was reading the prophet Isaiah. Then the Spirit said to Philip, “Go over to this chariot and join it.” So Philip ran up to it and heard him reading the prophet Isaiah. He asked, “Do you understand what you are reading?” He replied, “How can I, unless someone guides me?” And he invited Philip to get in and sit beside him. Now the passage of the scripture that he was reading was this: 
“Like a sheep he was led to the slaughter,    and like a lamb silent before its shearer,
        so he does not open his mouth.
        so he does not open his mouth.
In his humiliation justice was denied him.
    Who can describe his generation?
        For his life is taken away from the earth.”

        For his life is taken away from the earth.” 
The eunuch asked Philip, “About whom, may I ask you, does the prophet say this, about himself or about someone else?” Then Philip began to speak, and starting with this scripture, he proclaimed to him the good news about Jesus. As they were going along the road, they came to some water; and the eunuch said, “Look, here is water! What is to prevent me from being baptized?” He commanded the chariot to stop, and both of them, Philip and the eunuch, went down into the water, and Philip baptized him. When they came up out of the water, the Spirit of the Lord snatched Philip away; the eunuch saw him no more, and went on his way rejoicing.
[The older I get the weirder and more mysterious I find this story.]