Psalm 55

I am full of worries, and have no peace
I am stressed by the noise of the world
My heart trembles, I fear & tremble

I call upon the Holy One
Morning, noon, and night
And put my trust in the Compassionate One
4.III.2023

Psalm 13

Have you forgotten me?
How long must I be perplexed?
Give light to these dimming eyes;
Breath upon these stopped ears
And open them to your voice.
Yet, in my wanderings
I trust in your Word
And will direct my song to You.
From Psalm 13
21.IV.2023

Haiku: 12.V.2023

Storm passing;
roly-polies on the patio;
wren stunned at the window

Because I’m Not Gay

Because I am not gay
I have no fashion sense:
I’ll wear white after Labor Day,
Bermuda shorts, and socks
with my Birkenstocks.
Because I am not gay
you won't find me on the dance floor;
I ain't got no booty,
and I don't know how to shake it.
If I have to dance,
I'll do the white man's overbite.
Because I am not gay
I’ll never love like a woman
or weep like the angels.
I won’t fully appreciate Edith Piaf,
Judy, or Babs, and maybe not
even Taylor Swift.
Because I am not gay
I’ll never know a woman
as a friend.
I’ll never look her in her eyes,
and not her bosom.
I’ll never embrace a man
whole-heartedly.
I’ll never be banned from the bookstores,
the library, the church, or the bar.
Because I am not gay
I won’t know the aroma of the pyre,
but I think I can smell the embers.