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Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Your Heart as a
Tabernacle
From an idea by Blue Sapphire
The
heart is a tabernacle upon the Altar
Within
it reposes our hopes and dreams
We
open it as sacrament, as sacrifice
A
gift that in the end is given back to us
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Lady Macbeth and a Luna Moth
A luna moth is elegant in her green
Like Ellen Terry as Lady Macbeth
Beautiful and yet somehow sinister
Those wing’ed eyes – they seem to look at us
Eyes
That measure us for a dagger or a cup
She clings to a lichened brick wall at night
Wings pulsing against that wall, waiting, waiting…
Suddenly wild flutterings as she flees into the dark!
Exit, pursued by a cat
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Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Jesus and a Reference to Fowler’s Modern
English Usage
“But who do you say
that I am?”
“Whom!” boomed
a voice from the back of the room
And St. Peter
asked of him
“A community
college graduate, I presume?”
(This is from an old joke by C. S. Lewis or in a book about him: "'Whom,' he said, for he had been to night school.")
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Dispatches for the Colonial Office
I am not God
About final judgement
Just give it a rest -
God does salvation
We do our best
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An Unhappy O. Henry Ending
His
picture is on the telescreen tonight
Stepping
onto a twin-engine executive jet
Then
posed in an easy-street seat in the back
Uniformed
crew, someone to bring him a snack
The
same smug grin he had when he dropped out of school
“I’m
tired of this nowhere town,” he sneered
“I’m
gonna go somewhere and get me a life;
I
don’t need you or any of this mess”
And
life is what he got, and a suit in orange
And
a free ride home to his nowhere town
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Dispatches for the Colonial Office
For my Mother’s Funeral
For my mother’s funeral
I did not sell souvenir tees
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Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Never Carry a Rifle
Never carry a rifle
For a man
Who never carried a rifle
