Sunday Mornings

There are churches and then There are cathedrals. Love is the latter. That morning too, the wine glass was rich, silky and red And the bread buttered like brioche We sipped wine from each others glasses And scavenged on each others dough It was a beautiful routine on a Sunday morning To be offered on…

Mary Magdalene

The look in your face, worthy of me And the others, scorn Keeping vigil like a lioness. You who took the stone out of their palms And reminded each one, of the splinters In their eyes. And I searched for you Around the skull mountain And found an empty abandoned tomb They said you had…

Jesus

He was a man of sandal And staff. Befriending tax collectors and prostitutes. He climbed the mountain And prayed in the gardens of Jerusalem. He was a man of simple needs Water, bread and the daily catch of fish. And yet the simplicity of his virtue Still goes far and wide, like the screeching Voice…

Joseph (Perhaps the True Story of Christmas)

Christmas is as much about The bravary of a Hebrew man Who took the virgin’s lie Under his wing, and made love A fool’s choice, being fooled by god And everything fate stood for And yet that foolish man Became the unsung hero of a mythical tale In the forbidden dessert Of a long journey…

Christmas

When eggnog is grog and yule log is cake And a little cheer blows through The endearing heart and merry-making Becomes a hazard zone to your balance and poise When a kiss appreciates under a poison-wreath And affection is not just lip-chemistry but gift-bonanzas As obese men become chuckling saints Drifting on wind tarmacs on…

Underwear

I look at myself in the mirror, clad in loin cloth What we call underwear, and I see a large bronze man Who wants a little less fat and a little more bat in a perfect world. I’m not perfect. For once, I don’t wear my undies on the outside I’m not a super hero…

Little White Church 2

A little white church by the coast Seemingly with brined walls Tasting of sea-salt The type that cassocked men Devour tequilas with, licking the wall cover To counter the bitter taste Of faith going south And those empty naves And pews were now filled with night owls And caterpillars, even the scavenging crows And the…

Little White Church

From an amphitheater Of one martyr to a ghost town Where the fragrance of souls And stubs of candles still hover Like alien space crafts UFOs – Unidentified Flying Objects Seemingly there is no glory in church In a rundown colonial edifice Cracks emerging like in the bastion of faith Plastered by story-telling Visibly this…

What if Jesus was Mary Magdalene?

Jesus Christ the lad What if he was a she? Perhaps the son of man Was a daughter in glee? Would a little girl in a manger Under the lantern of a star Breathe joy to the world And hope from a far? Would the donkeys bray? Under the dessert moon Would three wise men…