Essential Oil


Sitting in the middle
With my glasses on,

It becomes clear that
My parents are bold because
They have seen.

My children are bold because
They see.

And I, seeing,
Tap boldness from
Both ends
To decant
Oil that flows down on
Aaron’s beard.

Oil is essential.
And can be bold.

Behold, how good and pleasant it is when brothers dwell together in unity!
It is like the precious oil on the head, running down on the beard,
on the beard of Aaron, running down on the collar of his robes
!”  Psalm 133:1, 2

For when the foolish virgins took their lamps, they took no oil with them, but the wise took flasks of oil with their lamps.”  Matthew 25:3, 4


St. Elmo Serenade

“Position yourself so you can
See the mountain,” He soothes.

Is this the fracture point?
It’s been this way before,
And will be again.

Doubt is good.
Keeps me from thinking I am
God, makes me listen.
Certainty is good.
It is the best part of us shedding blood
For someone else, for something true.

Certainty can be deaf. Bled dogmatic,
It is the end of
And doubt cripples.
I must resolve,
Against fatigue within and cries without,
To do the grocery trek
So I can cook dinner
For my ocean-tossed children.

So I do.
And there at the foot of the wine-lovely mountain
A fine woman,
Lends me her coupon card for my
Chuck roast, and we talk
About our children. And my heart weeps.
And hopes.

“Position yourself so you can
See the mountain.”

There is a mountain, Oh Lord.
Open that rock and river us.
I see

 “He opened the rock, and water gushed out; it flowed through the desert like a river.”
Psalm 105:41