Sunday, April 25, 2010

The Plitz Platz Zoo

What would you do if I said to you
Come with me to the Plitz Platz Zoo?
There’s so many things to see and to do
So many things that are obviously new—
The crue and zubru, the gurfu and of course the pleu
The last is a creature that’s pleasant to view
Not many left of their species today
Some think that the pleu has stripes like a tiger
But really the pleu looks a lot like a phlyger
Without wings, though.
It can dance on a pin
Then run and fall down
And go for a spin—around and around.
So hop on my cycle and away we will go
We’ll go to the Plitz Platz Zoo, hooray
For there’s plenty to see
(A zippity-dee)
At the Plitz Platz Zoo for you and for me!

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Fullness of Deity

Entering human flesh
Born of a humble and holy woman
In far off back-water Bethlehem
Surrounded by creatures
That you formed
Through the spoken word
Yet you spoke not that day
But cried with discomfort.
Hunger and cold, your companions,
Hovered over you
Like smothering clouds.
You, who once accompanied,
Jacob’s holy children
In Pillar of Fire
And Pillar of Cloud,
Then huddled in a lightless cave
(In preparation for another cave)
Feeble…
You, who made all ex nihilo
Lay in a stone feeding-trough
Human…dust…weeping…wet…worn

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Leaf

A
small
Leaf
holds
the
Universe
in
its
veins.

See
the
Cosmos
contained,
rushing
through
its
capillaries.

Ponder,
the
life
of
the
Leaf,
how
vibrant,
how
brilliant,
how
inimitable…

contained,
yet
Unbounded…
Alive!
LPL June 16, 2007

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Response: Consider the Lilies

Rain falls unbidden
From the gray skies,
Washing away the film
That often keeps us from seeing.
Rain falls unbidden
From the gray skies
And in its wake
The lilies of the field bloom.
June 12, 2007

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Winds

Winds blow memories of yesterday
They seem to come from nowhere
And the memories are alerted
By a leaf that trembles on a limb
The memories are not ordered but random
They rush into my mind and hit me like a boulder
Or a rock
They make me tired but proud
To have known you
In a time of turmoil
But they act as a bridge to the past
And gently draw me back to that time long ago.

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