Sacramental Poems - Poems about Sacramental

Kyrie eleison priest says Water important and priest prays At baptism, chants are incessant Lord have mercy for those present Child is beautiful, twelve months old Godparents, traditions uphold Undress child, it's fear transparent Lord have mercy for those present In font, oil added to water Placed in water is goddaughter Oil with water stings, unpleasant Lord have mercy for those present Three times child...

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This poem brings a surprise, Once I came home with bits of pies In my hair, kids did what they dare, Food fights all over everywhere, All part of sacramental life, Church celebrations full of strife, No, I am not kidding, In cream puffs we were skidding, This Dracula finally left the scene, You try teaching all those tweens!...

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Maybe you didn’t know When you hurt me so. Maybe you 've killed t a few I think your words would do. I float across that space Where lovers once embraced And thus you bring torment To me to whom love you sent. When I close my eyes My daytime face then dies. I look across dark seas To sacramental trees. My dreams are full...

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Communion reversed grows feelings of narcissistic isolation. Isolation reversed invites empowering cooperation. Cooperation reversed requires competitive capitalization. Capitalism begets Win/Lose strategic Business as bottom economic line Usual. BusinessAsUsual begets monocultural monopolistic fantasies. Monopoly Win fantasies beget monotheistic loyalty games speaking patriotism whispering worship. Monotheistic loyalty begets isolation. Isolation reversed invites active communion, a verb sacredly familiar as secular cooperation Cooperation co-arising polypaths toward WinWin Futures, economically secular and politically sacred communion abhors mere capital monotheistic underinvestment. Monotheistic isolation reversed grows feelings of polyphonic communion, resilient ecology, resonant theology. The silence of sacred trees branching and the secular sounds of trees...

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Let's do a bit of sacramental gaming. Oh no, Dear! That smells and sounds coldly inappropriate. What would your great-grandmother say? OK, well... how about a mutually refining discussion about theological system development? That might be alright, although heavy. But, don't you mean the development of systematic theology? That too, I suppose, although I have not thought about processive faith-systems in quite that systemic way and means...

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An afternoon beer in the shower The written prayers of a Serbian bishop Eating Mexican food alone at the market Chopsticks and noodles A prayer beneath a canopy of trees Contemplating a woman’s lips Contemplating her kiss Waking to the rain on your window Writing a poem for a black widow These are the sacramental acts For the simple and holy essence of your life....

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