Posts Tagged ‘Christian’

Why Horde And Be Selfish? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

July 30, 2014

Do survivalists/
fear death? They won’t share? What would/
Christ do at the End?

At The Start Of Religion Class: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

January 28, 2014

TURN OFF YOUR DUMB PHONES!/
I’m trying to learn to be/
a better Christian!

Are Mormons Christian? Am I? Revolutionary IMproverse Hiaku

January 15, 2014

When I start asking/
if a belief is Christian,/
I then ask: “Am I?”

Chastising Christian Eric: Revolutionary ImproVerse Sonnet

August 29, 2013

Oh Christian Eric, thou poor fool./
Rox Lisa wants to make you drool,/
while I, Cy, sit and dream of her,/
Mine is but a dream deferred.

For she somehow has chosen you/
to stir your magic verbal stew./
While my attentions are ignored/
And get discarded out her door.

And that’s where I don’t understand/
how I, a kind, romantic man,/
can be cast off as a verbal suitor./
Are you that much younger and cuter?

If only I had half the chance/
As you to pursue her in romance!

Message To Noisy Kids In Church (AND Their Parents): Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku IRONIC SARCASM

August 26, 2012

Noisy kids in church:/
SHUT UP! I’m trying to be/
a better Christian!

Critical Christian, Blaming Buddhist: Revolutionary Haiku

June 12, 2011

Christian and Buddhist/
argue and criticize. I/
float my own river.

He loves me: A Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

October 18, 2009

The context is important to this poem. In a Christian church I belong to, all worthy men 12 years old and above can hold the Priesthood. One of their duties is to pass the Sacrament, (similar to Communion) to the congregation.
To “take the Sacrament”, a person has to be worthy, and want to.
I am not in that place yet in my life.
Sometimes I wonder if God remembers me. Although I know in my heart and mind that He and Jesus love me, sometimes … I don’t “feel it”.
One of the young men in the congregation has Downs Syndrome. He has had several brain surgeries and back operations, but has never complained. He always smiles and, as many people with Downs Syndrome do, seems to just radiate love.
On this particular Sunday, this young man passed me the Sacrament tray, which I passed down the row without taking any of the bread or water offered. As the tray was handed back to me, and I gave it to him, I glanced up. This is what happened:


He glances at me/
and smiles,/
a young man-child./
And tho I can’t partake/
what is offered there,/
I c in his face/
HIS care./
And in boyish eyes I c/
God’s love 4 me.