The Search

  I am searching for a metaphor To symbolize this ache So I can put it in a mortar And grind away at it Until it gets so light A breeze will scatter it And I can think it stardust To be flung In total desolation At the moon. Joe LaGuardia...

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Flirting God

Flirting God

I see you, Peeking out at me From that foreboding cloud… And, by the way, That perfume is not fair Especially since you change it every day And now you smell like autumn leaves And misty air. And do not blink at me Through limbs that throw their shadows on my wall (However will my work get done?) Or whisper in such husky tones Before you say goodnight And lay your fingers lightly on my eyes. Have you not researched my life? And therefore know I’m hardly nice to be around? How can you claim me as your friend, And look at me in silence with those starry eyes? Stop tempting me to fall in love with you! You know I’ve failed your every test! My wickedness gets scorched to ashes In the noontime of your focused lens My cherished fears are all escaping from my grasp, And now I’m looking forward to that leap into your arms! So catch me, if you can! –Joe LaGuardia...

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Why? A Christmas Poem 2013

Why?  A Christmas Poem 2013

  The fountain stands quite frozen now The waters of the lake are still. The trees that still have limbs Are now denuded of their leaves. And artificial lights inside Are not quite able to inspire Beyond an artificial joy. Yet Christmas break has sent our students home And lays a challenge at the door Of freezing tissue in our hearts and minds: Who is this God whose birth we honor And why on earth would He or She Decide to join in our impermanence?   But then we start to count the kindnesses The cookies, smiles and gifts, The invitations to our tables and our plans;   We see a smiling Pope Whose hat was nearly knocked askew By the lad who filled his arms, This Pope whose words keep urging us To love and heal and always hope.   And then—by Gosh!–we feel God here Peeking, as we did when three or four, Beneath the wrappings and the coverlets To find the Gifts we now acknowledge were Just tokens smeared with love, and so We start to understand Emmanuel And...

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Of Immense Significance–First Floor Men’s Room

Of Immense Significance–First Floor Men’s Room

  Seeing where the holes In a bathroom floor were plugged– The nubs in the ceramic tile Where the anchors to the private stall had set– Before the room itself became secure And now is locked when only one inhabitant Rushes in to this most intimate of space– Reminded me that I remembered Where the Robin built its nest this year, And how the lines around your eyes Gather up to frame your sparkling face… So that I nearly stumbled when these proofs Collided to convince me Of my oneness with all things.   Joe LaGuardia,...

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You Have Been a Light (1 John 1:7)

You Have Been a Light (1 John 1:7)

You have been a light here, People feel it like the warmth of sun on skin, Sometimes casting shadows like an Ansel Adam’s photo So that what before seemed unremarkable Now stands appreciated and alive. The word repeats two hundred fifty times and more In Sacred Scripture, Shining through the holy text As if the God behind it wanted us to blink At dazzling glimpses coming through the message of those words, Enticing us to grasp what is behind and underneath And is to come. You’ve walked within the power and protection of that light, Reflecting in your ministry the countless colors hidden and refracted there. They say that some go trailing light Leaving it behind as sparks and embers which, if tended well, Will burn anew and transfer warmth to future travelers. You have been and shared a light And  John of old knew what to call it:...

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These Four

[In remembrance of Dr. Ginny Marion] If Goodness could encapsulate itself     And hide like summer sun does     In garden fresh tomatoes If Courage could reveal its shape     Like autumn leaves     Strip tease their colors If Joy could find a nest for winter     And stock it     Full of nuts If Wisdom could arrive without a limp     And curl up before     A crackling fire Then we would recognize these four     Already showed themselves to us     And glisten in our...

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