chant of lament

how long, O Lord,
will we follow foolishness
pursue perverse rank rebellion
flounder in personal darkness?

how long, O Lord,
will we ignore garden plan
where life was very good with
all creation in perfect balance?

how long, O Lord,
must we use, abuse, misuse
ourselves, each other, the earth’s
precious children, gentle creatures?

how long, O Lord,
till you quiet our restless souls
long enough to listen to your words
of beauty, love, grace, and truth?

how long, O Lord,
till our pride is humbled, our
grip on wealth’s power loosened
and we find satisfaction in You alone?

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Meeting at dVerse poets’ pub to chant with Bjorn today…

lament for erica anne



hear our anguished cries, O God!
why do the loveliest ones die young?

she had her daddy’s perceptive eyes
that saw beyond this world’s pretense;

she had her mother’s tender heart
that loved beyond this world’s ache.

Erica belonged to a better, purer world.

depression’s demons
pushed her till she fell,
desperate to escape.

her mortal body broken but
her timeless spirit caught in
arms of compassion
and carried home,

like lost lamb on gentle
Shepherd’s shoulders…

Lord, carry us in our grief!



For my friend and family who lost their sweet daughter/sister. Read Erica’s obituary here.

not home yet lament


Weep, cry, wail, mourn, grieve


for refugees coming

across rough seas

on an over-crowded

raft or the immigrants

risking midnight run

through wild desert


all young sex slaves

and child brides who

grow up/old too fast

on twisted un-love of

a childhood missed,

an innocence lost


the wives who feel

un-cherished or the

husbands who are


and senior citizens

who go unnoticed


the friends, family

who suffer alongside

those held hostage

by mental illness or

cancer’s grip or HIV

no good end in sight


for unborn babies

denied of person-

hood and a life, seen

as inconvenience and

an inter-ruption with

no voice or sanctuary


all victims of terror-ism

by wrong religion or

wrong politics or being

simply in wrong place

at the wrong time in a

wrong-headed world,


sick from sin, weary of the wait, longing for home.