Silly how the world turns.
Silly how the blame and fault burn
with questions with no answers.
Silly how the dead are silent.
Silly how I write on a coloring page
while my son beside me plays
“silly horsey.”
Silly “how could they?”
Silly “why don’t I?”
Silly mind.
Silly heart.
Silly life.
Silly how old habits come back.
Silly how old wells stay dry.
Silly how long it takes me to pray,
repent and return to my son’s game.
Silly horsey.
THE DRIP OF TAP WATER
FROM THE TIP OF A COMB
DOWN THE NAPE OF MY NECK.
THE SQUIRMING STRUGGLE
AGAINST GENTLE
HANDS DETERMINED TO MAKE ME PRESENTABLE.
AND I WISH–
NO. I MISS THE CARE OF MY MOTHER
GETTING ME UP AND
MAKING ME READY.
AND MAYBE IF ANOTHER
PERSON COULD BE BOTHERED
TO BRAID MY HAIR WITH TAP WATER
I COULD GET MYSELF UP AND BE READY.
Zechariah told Israel
how their Messiah would come
riding in on
the foal of a donkey;
saving His people
in conquering glory --
two mountain top moments,
millennia apart.
But Israel was so ready
for glory
they missed their Messiah
even as they sang hosanna
and cut branches for His way.
He taught them.
He cried over them.
He cleaned their temple.
He told them glory was coming.
He told them He would die first.
But Israel was so ready
for glory
they cut themselves off from
their hosannas and
their Messiah and
they cried crucify --
two mountain top moments,
barely a week apart.
Imagine
the true vine
bringing out all the stops,
knowing they'd cut themselves off.
Imagine
his life hanging
in the balance
when Israel tossed
the balance out.
Imagine
knowing Israel's choice
before they made it.
Imagine
crying over them anyway.
Imagine.
Realize we're still
waiting for glory.
Imagine.
And remember
our King.
