A Positively Poetic Priest

the dry erase board was covered in notes marketing ways of labeling others ways of separating, dividing, and creating fear are we all just soup cans lined up on a grocery shelf segregated by our outward devices lacking what is seen by the heart? please let me lose my paper label torn with relief from my sides pour me out and let me splatter see the colors born inside

9/8/16 Light growing up in a church I watched the light change through the windows stained glass colors dappling the floors, the pews, the people subjectively messing up sense and clear-eyed objectivity and as the light moved I learned new lessons found layers I had not known existed and as I learned to love I found those colored layers walking through the world what could not always be seen from the front would make their grand appearance when the light moved ere so slightly suddenly the angel's white wings were aglow with purple

A poem for Holy Week the lover cries the divine spark glows consuming and empowering identifying, locating, mystifying the concepts are never reached the symbols are encircling being outward and visible despite the lack of color defining love and hunger beyond the deceptive intelligence our senses let us know when what is myst is found