the ocean and the cellphone
the child hears only the ocean
the elder fool is without the hearing of the elder moon
ones tide returns
when one ends the foolishness
undoing the letters takes you forward
the writing is decisive victory over saddness
I am the grace : in repentance face
Among tales told long ago were those
of finding hidden buried treasures,
of growing seeds in diverse soils,
of building homes on sand or rock,
of sorting worthy sheep from wicked goats,
of inviting multitudes to a banquet,
of celebrating a prodigal returning home,
of saving a life by a scorned Samaritan.
Jesus loved earthly stories
with heavenly implications.
His parables were spiritual seeds
sown in hearers’ hearts and minds,
analogies thrown alongside
puzzling narrative plots,
poignant truths with shocking twists
and unexpected outcomes.
Deceptively simple, sly stories
with multiple potential meanings,
his parables perplexed expectations,
and upended usual understandings.
Even his bewildered disciples
pleaded for private interpretations.
During careful contemplation,
parables interrogate our lives.
Providing few easy answers,
parables compel us to ponder.
(First published in Earth & Altar, 14 Nov. 2024. See also my poems “God Around the Corner” and “Consider the Dreaming Birds.”)
Into the hard ground
A seed has fallen in despair
Unto grace His care.
When the sunflowers awake
they will follow a blind sun.
For now, they are
cold hard seeds in a
softening earth.
The dark is their light,
just as the light can be dark,
in the sleeping mind.
When tall, some taller than I,
some will see from their roots,
others will see only the way,
a blind sun sees.
Parables like this
should not be read,
with the eyes in your head.
heard a parable
which had been unbearable
sounding terrible
they would enable
you to hide under a table
which was in a stable
when you will appall
where you have started to stall
like humpty may fall
prepared parabola
when high on chair and noble
will be great and global
Karen Krutsinger
Murder should be
spelled MURDER.
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PATIENCE AND IMPATIENCE.
Patience is morality they say,
That: does not function with a noblewoman whose man is far away.
Won't she alleviate her fever with another man?
Perhaps the one who is not apt of being with her.
Impatience they say wrecks commodity
Not when they slap your father in your presence
And you say, patience is life.
You shall be tagged a bastard.
This life has its own vices.
Patience works when needed
Yet, impatience complements your patience when you are off guard.
For, the world is filled with evildoers.
Patience cools things down
While uncertainty makes things aggravate.
Yet, Impatience solves a case in the court
For when an attorney is too cool, he is tagged as a lout.
©Fawass Olalekan Adelabu
With tendencies towards modes abhorrent, I operate
Hone deterrence to deserved carnal pleasure consolidate
Intentional extension of potential paths provoke
Libidinous grasping of bliss platter's swift revoke
Elysium eviction accepts anguish for apple crisp taste
Impaired paradise jags a vagabond, journey's ardour
Want stimulates striving, stiff splinter of suffered strappado
Harvest achieved after toil has farmer famished
Indebted unto a sliding spiral, subsided vanquish
Sacrilege accounts for devious mortals' imminent waste
Pain prescribed for impiety wraps breath in challenge
Embarrassed to decay, by greedy big ego enchanted
Rid of Eden's pardon, shield of shame, always disgraced
22nd October
Transgressions
Obstruct Heaven
Merlin the cranky cat
sat around getting fat.
Wanting to be heard
he mewed and purred.
He yowled and howled
and even growled
all with the same result.
He felt it quite the insult.
He snarled and hissed
What had he missed?
He tried a mewl
and lost his cool.
Short of a caterwaul
what should he call?
A tiny squeak perhaps?
Were they taking naps?
Chirrups and chirps
brought no alerts.
His tail-raising trills
brought no thrills.
He wanted dinner now.
He raised a loud MEOW!
Using the magic word
he finally was heard!
Merlin became the Magic Cat
in his tuxedo and top hat.
The other cats took their cue.
“Meow” meant “Please and thank you!”
The moral is if dinner you choose,
learn to mind your Ps and Mews!
Come, self-taught, and look at this!
A game for wicked guides,
A game of hit-or-miss,
A game My truth decides.
The leaders of this nation,
They conspire against Me.
Time for revelation,
About My sovereign pea.
I draw them to My table,
My shell game - in reverse,
Their plans I will disable,
Because they are perverse.
My shells I set before them.
Pick any - sans the pea.
All but 'one' succeeds for them,
Like 'one fish' in the sea.
But alas, the shell reveals,
They picked My sovereign pea.
Now My purpose their choice seals-
They're bound, but I AM free!
Claiming victory early,
The wicked sneer with glee,
'Til I sping My trap swiftly.
Break out My sovereign pea!
They will always choose the shell,
That has the sovereign pea.
Their wisdom cannot dispel,
What I've ordained to be!
Come, self-taught, and become wise!
This game that has no prize,
This game that will scrutinize,
Your will to compromise.
parable sonnets
I was flying high, yet it was hot my wings tired
spotted a well flew down and sat by its side.
By leaning forward, I could see my reflection
in the clear water.
A dark shadow pushed me, fell into the well.
I looked up but, the evil was not there
and the sun was westward bound, taking with it
the daylight.
I had sharp talons clawed my way up to the rim of the well.
Night, evil sat by the fireside reading a book of magic.
I tore its eyes out, the scream brought thunder and hailstone.
The evil ran outside to cool the eyes he no longer had.
It fell into the well and called for help.
What could I do a bird with silky feathers?
I flew up to the sky, the scream of anguish bore the suffering of humankind
echoed through the galaxy.
The kingdom of God like this will succeed,
when one who goes out to scatter some seed:
from the earth it does grow
with ears ripening so
he can gather the grain to meet his need.
Mark 4.26-29
A boss with workers agreed a fair wage.
Some more he signed on at a later stage
Then he found yet more
at noon and at four.
At close of the day they came to be paid.
The last to be hired were paid what was due.
The first complained being paid the same too
“Through the heat of the day
we've been slaving away.”
“But I paid you the wage as agreed; thank you!”
Matthew 20.1-16
Finally the owner did send his own son.
The tenants who killed him thought they had won.
So in his dismay
the owner did slay
them, finding others the vineyard to run.
It's there in the scriptures, have you not read?
'The stone rejected by builders – instead
became the cornerstone.'
That's how it was shown
to elders and scribes and filled them with dread.
Mark 12.1-12
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