Being A Dad

You, who took me for a ride on a reverie. Oh the stork, I wish for, flying Through a mucus plug and an opening, To deliver a bundle, who will be A joy, that is bound to be unheralded. Nativity, is just a little Bethlehem, In a nursing home, waiting impatiently For a moment that…

God’s Face

I look at old Renaissance pictures To see god, a white man, with a beard And strong eyes, as I picture how I  Saw God’s face. I saw him like a man, So weary, that his eyes were dropping out of the eye sockets, and the mouth, was whispering Something that we humans didn’t want…