Lookalike
A summer peach rises high on its branch's horizon,
hot and red like a counterfeit sun.
It glows, but gives no heat; drops, but cannot rise.
No one, knowing it is only a peach, expects it to do otherwise,
or thinks less of the sun for allowing the peach to resemble it.
Only God fights a bad reputation when image-made men,
glorying in their commonality, become just themselves.
published in Voices of Southwest Wisconsin, April, 2013
hot and red like a counterfeit sun.
It glows, but gives no heat; drops, but cannot rise.
No one, knowing it is only a peach, expects it to do otherwise,
or thinks less of the sun for allowing the peach to resemble it.
Only God fights a bad reputation when image-made men,
glorying in their commonality, become just themselves.
published in Voices of Southwest Wisconsin, April, 2013
Victor
The ancient battleground remembers its glory,
divine death transacted on unsuspecting wood and iron.
One blood sacrifice undiluted,
one final sigh become heaven's breath,
a serpent the only corpse remaining, head crushed,
outside an empty tomb.
Published Assisi Journal, April, 2012
divine death transacted on unsuspecting wood and iron.
One blood sacrifice undiluted,
one final sigh become heaven's breath,
a serpent the only corpse remaining, head crushed,
outside an empty tomb.
Published Assisi Journal, April, 2012