Street Preacher

In his striped necktie

And baseball cap

With the sewn-on crimson cross

Bouncing his convictions

Like a rubber ball

Against a wall of indifference

With the fortitude

That only comes from

A diet of locusts

And wild honey

September

September came without a pause

Like a train rushing through the station

In the wake of dust and details

We felt the weather changing

Some of us watched the last car trailing

Into the setting summer sun

Others chased their hats and papers

Or barely looked up from their reading

We all knew it wouldn't stop

The best that we could hope for

Was to peer into the window of each day

To see something worth remembering

 

Economics 101

I wish everything was free

Said my daughter

Probably

Because she didn't have much money

If everything were free

I said

Then I wouldn't have to go to work

That's right

She said

Then

I asked

Who would make the parts for the cars

We drive

She replied

Other people can make them

But

I stated

If everything is free

Other people wouldn't want to work either

     Oh

And then

If nobody made things

There would be nothing to have for free

     Oh

I think

I said

That what you really want

Is for everything to be free

Just for us

Yes

She said

That's it

Mosaic

God is a craftsman

     not a curator

Trust is incremental

Pain creates change

Hope costs me nothing

Grace is a glue the works best

     on fragments

Things look random when we are

     too close

The dark colors make the bright ones look brighter

There is no peace without surrender

No beauty without struggle