Male and Female

The male and female,
his physician told him,
forge the same basic trail.

Identical they start out
and then some parts go in
and some parts go out.

A difference smaller than a gnat —
a matter of a few hormones
this way and that.

The female point of view
he’s never understood.
Really, hormones just a few?

The physician, in words few,
said, “Maybe it’s just that
you don’t understand you.

Your brain and her brain
aren’t so different at all,
so, don’t worry or strain.”

Confused and feeling pale,
he left the office, later realizing
his physician is a female.

Telling his dear wife
what the physician said.
She said, “Not on your life.

For that she charged a fee?
She doesn’t know squat
and you don’t know me.”

Now between females both,
he sits and ponders,
“I’m just a confused old bloke;
is it any wonder?”

From the Depths

From the depths,
I cried,
Christ cried.

From the depths,
Christ died,
I died.

From the depths,
Christ rose,
I rose.

From the depths
I rejoiced,
Christ rejoiced.

From the depths,
With my voice,
With Christ’s voice,
With our voice
We cried, died, rose, rejoiced.

The Praxis of Red-Letter Incarnation

Enfleshing,
Descending,
Uplifting,
Identifying
Divinity in humanity,
Humanity in divinity,
Jesus in me and thee.
A red-letter approach
To understanding
Humanity in divinity,
Divinity in humanity.
We may quibble over which
Words have accurate historicity,
But, in context, they are all good
For understanding
He, she, me and Thee
Acting
Justly,
Peacefully,
Graciously
Mercifully,
Inclusively.

Equalization

Some billionaires substitute
justice with a bit of cheap
philanthropy.

But, wouldn’t it be great if we
didn’t have billionaires and
everyone had the money

— some for themselves,
and some for others
and some to save endangered
bees to make more honey,

some to fund clean energy
and some for clean air
and clean water and some
to save wolves and cute bunnies?

Home

Is it a matter of not qualify-
ing or simply being different
or the intuitive desire to
play the outsider? He’s not

sure, but whatever that is,
it has encircled him for most
of what he can remember. His
mother’s family was the norm

to which he felt abnormal,
with a bit of “black sheep”
smugness added. He never
saw himself as one of them —

odd one out, much like his
father, a renegade Swede in
Dutch-land. In public school,
he was the religious one, but

he wasn’t comfortable with the
brand available, the Christian
club — over-emotional, sopho-
moric, sweet Jesus and me.

College? Back in the thick of
the click, small, religious school,
where everyone seemingly knew
each other from years gone by

and he struggled for a place of
his own. Seminary, forty-years
plus of ordained ministry and
finally finding the denomination

in which he felt he could be a
part, as one person put it
“home” for him, but not. Now,
he sits observing and making

notes from a separate place of
peace. Finally, he’s home. Better
late than never, he thinks and
then he feels like putting that

in a poem and then he thinks,
no, that’s such a cliché, and
that, he thinks, has never
been — a part — of it.

What’s All the Fuss?

I spoke to God and thought
I heard God speak to me.
It was a bumblebee,
Unfortunately.

You spoke to God and thought
God spoke to you.
It was a bird
And away it flew.

We spoke to God and thought
God didn’t speak to us.
God speaks through birds and bees,
Some say even shrubs and trees.
What’s all the fuss?

St. Paul said that God, the Creator,
Is revealed in nature.
Maybe nature we should hear
And listen to God
Speaking to our hearts
Through our ears.

At least God didn’t say,
“I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.”

Simple Definitions

The following paragraph is from Garrison Keillor’s Writer’s Almanac for Monday, January 28, 2019:

It was on this day in 1754 that the word “serendipity” was first coined.
It’s defined by Merriam-Webster as “the faculty or phenomenon of finding
valuable or agreeable things not sought for.” It was recently listed by
a U.K. translation company as one of the English language’s 10 most
difficult words to translate. Other words to make their list include
plenipotentiary, gobbledegook, poppycock, whimsy, spam, and kitsch.

Actually, they are pretty easy:

1. Serendipity: A song sung full of pity.

2. Plenipotentiary: A Trump fat diplomat who belongs in a penitentiary.

3. Gobbledegook: A Thanksgiving turkey that was severely over cooked.

4. Poppycock: An arrogant rooster; an arrogant jock.

5. Whimsy: A sudden inexplicable urge to go to sea.

6. Spam: Spitting out a “gooky” piece of ham. See definition of goobledegook for gooky.

7. Kitsch: A small kitchen that is garish.

Botta bing, botta bang, botta boom.