O My LORD, Send, I Pray Thee, By the Hand of Him Whom Thou Wilt Send

Can I distill Your Spirit, Lord,
by mulling over yesterdaily bread?
My God!
the manna spoils daily!
How can I live
by every Word
left over for millennia?

Red Is the New White

Dare I strut my hour upon the stage--
make a poor player out of Pontius Pilate--
pretending blood upon the hands
as though it were but stage makeup?

O Christ! Thou holy pantomime!
Damned spot! Bloody sponge!
wash out the stain
my play-act repentance
cannot wash away.

Ye Shall Eat It in Haste: It Is the LORD's Passover

Drive-thru Hebrew, fast-food wine--
lamb's blood doorjamb: exit sign.