Pray Ye That Your Flight Be Not in Winter, Neither on the Sabbath Day

The nations flee from Tribulation:
ants and spiders fleeing conflagration.
For the Lord will set the world ablaze--
heav'n and earth--like logs upon the fireplace.

thank you; I see your hand

The preacher had received a word

transmitted to prophetic rabbit-ears,

and asked the rabble bow their heads.

There's someone here, he said

and waited for his hundred callers.

I thrust my arm into the air

as though it were the antenna

for channeling that holy fire--

I see your hand,

the preacher said.

We prayed the sinner's prayer

the umpteenth time that year:

both ears strained to hear

the voice of God thund'ring

quiet o'er the still of static

humming through the monitors.

I see your hand,

the preacher said,

I see your hand.

Thank you; I see

your hand.

I see your hand.

Birds of Pray

Extend your arms like eagles' wings
and catch the Spirit like an updraft.
Descend you then upon your quarry:
the weak, the maimed, the poor in spirit.
Encircle them; lay on your hands
like so many eagles' grasping talons.

Why Seek Ye the Living Among the Dead

Did You wake to hear the sparrows sing--
the cardinals cry--that early spring?
When like, cracking ice, earth split asunder
and stone rolled off like April thunder?

Like the song of wind chimes o'er the air,
angels greeted women weeping there:
"You seek the Christ, a seed entombed,
but Christ, like tree buds, has re-bloomed."