Short Chaplain Poems
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William Strode loved to recite aloud
a public orator so proud
Chaplain to the Bishop of Oxford
perhaps he read his poetics to his 'Lord'
An atheistic 'Chief Chaplain' at Harvard
The university's raison d'etre bartered
A divinity school, founded to spread God's word
The goal now, 'equitable neighborhoods'
blowing frost on a star and gravestone
quickening our steps like Charlie Chaplain
turning maple leaf into rubies and gold
churning flocks into wind splashed shoals
now we're hunched over like Quasimodo
the homeless sinking deeper into their hole
November struts about and barks like a crow.
I pulled back the screen,
“Oh my God!” said
the patient who'd seen
me from the next bed;
from whom I had heard
a ripe expletive.
“I'm just his collared
representative.”
As Hospital Chaplain this occurred more than once when I appeared from behind the screens. Laughter followed.
A green chaplain to trees
nurtures Her root systems
and dancing
prancing branches
Preaching
reaching deeply
into shared 0-soul trunks,
circling spinal enthusiastic core
Breathing
circulating annual rings
of growing communion
Potential win/win performance
musing resonance
amusing musical engagement,
brilliant resilience.
he didn’t blink
when the light caught his face—
just stared like a dog too long in the rain.
no prayers,
no cries,
no family on the concrete bench.
he killed for sport,
like swatting flies—
and still the world made room for him.
the guards were tired,
the chaplain bored.
death smelled like disinfectant and steel.
he coughed once.
then again.
then silence.
nobody wept—
not even the devil.
Tooled up, the army chaplain
Is wielding the words of God
Straight in for the kill
With ‘The work of His will’
And ‘He came not with peace but the rod’
The sixth commandment is tricky
A most inconvenient law
For the turn of a cheek
On the battle field bleak
Is far from conducive to war
So, pity the army chaplain
And the conflict that rages within
As the ranks of the dead
Tramp a march through his head
And he murders his conscience with gin
by Gail
Courage
Constant displays of spirit
Never in the vein of the culprit.
Ongoing capacity to overcome strain
Never over-run by any sprain
Unrelenting to be broken by failure
Never undone always finding an answer
Resilient to opposition
Never defeated demeanor of a chaplain
A temperament true to one’s morals
Never at a loss to stand up to evils
Genuine firm determination
Never weak always a bastion
Enduring tenacity to achieve
Never give up, with the power to believe