INCENSE PSALM

Is there any trace of Jesus
In this anxious ancient land?
A hair of head, or crust of bread?
A skin cell from His hand?

Is there any sign of Jesus
In this neighborhood of Job?
A footprint on a sandaled trail?
A tassel from His robe?

Is there any hint of Jesus
In the remnant of His seed?
A shepherd leading one lost lamb
To where the safe ones feed?

I thought I caught a glimpse of Him
In Shiloh's sacred space --
Where Rachael and her new children
Are putting stones in place.

(13 March 2009, Haon, Galilee, Israel)

SABBATH SUNSET

"What good can come from Nazareth?
So insignificant!
How could a Governor emerge
From such a settlement?"

"What King can rule from Bethlehem?
From such humility!
How could a man of modest means
Claim Principality?"

"What Lord can walk on Galilee
And vanquish surly winds?
What makes you think a carpenter
Can ransom us from sins?"

His greatness came from Elohim --
And Mary gave Him grace --
In scrolling coasts and fruitful hills
I sense His weathered face.

(13 March 2009, Haon, Galilee, Israel)

MOON SET

The Galilee is waking --
The Moon is veiled in dawn --
Her abalone fringes
Are putting ripples on.

The birds chime in as cantors --
A full-fledged gamelan --
Opalescent hosts of hope
Transverse the brave Golan.

(13 March 2009, Haon, Galilee, Israel)