Friday, April 14, 2017


fingers of speech
father, forgive them; for they don’t know what they are doing

how you often break my heart
today you shall be with me in paradise

there are problems with promises
behold your son behold your mother

this is when i feel most alone
my God, my God, why have you forsaken me

i thought that you loved me
i am thirsty

it is my only request
it is finished

and now i am full
father, into your hands i commend my spirit

it is not too much to ask

good friday, 2017

i have been awake all night
no light          no music          no sound

sometimes you must starve the soul

let us do the stations
let us reflect

step by step, moment by moment

let us refrain
from eating

let me feed on wonder

where are the passion plays?
Oberammergau is too far

my feet and hands are bloody

i want to find another way to share the story
tell it to you for hundreds of years

entreaty or declaration

let me sit here with you
it is not good for you to be alone

i wish you were not alone