God incognito

from a strictly human perspective
(which is our only small point of view),
jesus confined in utero would have been
considered an “unplanned” pregnancy;

mary could have been stoned (at worst)
or labeled a divorcee (at best) if joseph
hadn’t been the man who stepped into
his hard role as husband and father of
the young and the restless (present on a

holy night). infant delivered into smelly
cave; later, trio left town as refugees to
escape paranoid despot’s slaughter of
the innocents (are any of us innocent

when it comes to) not recognizing
the full divinity, cosmic authority,
and humblest, self-sacrificial love
of that singular squalling baby boy?

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.

we pass thru vale (veil) of tears


we’re all refugees

orphans searching for hearts’ home

when peace cries last tears


photo by lynn

photo by lynn


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 To Wear a Rainbow

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postcards home

Turkish peninsula is favored tourist destination. Rent a sailboat at local marina and explore a nearby cove’s cerulean waters, surrounded by lush green hills of olive, tangerine and palm trees. Or stroll the narrow, pebbly beach below Bodrum’s charming white stone houses with mud-thatched flat roofs. Swim with the fish by day, dance under stars by night.

body washed on beach
dinghy overturns in crossing
weep with refugees