Sonnet

They had put in the money left over.
But she put in all the money she had.
We don’t know if we are in clover.
We don’t know why we are sad.

Why is it we can’t be more generous.
Why don’t we give more to the poor.
Do we think it weak or dangerous.
Can we salute giving’s grandeur.

The world is rent with poor and rich.
We the rich will not give enough.
Between lies a vast ditch.
Half the world deprived of foodstuff.

I say this and do nothing.
I am worse than nothing.

Haiku

We give left overs
Others gave up all they have
Can we not do more

Sonnet

I can see my son.
The light of my eyes.
It does always sink, the sun.
Soon it will be dark, it sighs.

It is the depth of the night.
That comes the worst depression.
Nothing at all then is right.
Then everything is open to question.

But the sun will rise.
And morning will come.
Death will come and we will arise.
Speech will return to the dumb.

Love can be companionably silent.
All can be contained in the moment.

Haiku

Sight will still return
The blind will see again soon
But maybe not here

Sonnet

He drew up a marriage contract.
According to the law of Moses.
In marriage there is no certain fact.
Everything can get up our noses.

The only rule is compassion.
For those married and divorced.
All have a place in his mansion.
Nothing should be forced.

Communion should be for everyone.
Whatever their history or sexuality.
No one should have to be alone.
Love is the only reality.

Let us worry less about law.
And more about holding God in awe.

Haiku

Don’t worry with laws
Love everyone the same
Give the same to all

Sonnet

I desire to be delivered from earth.
And to become earth again.
Sometimes all is dearth.
All is marked with stain.

Why do I always see the negative.
My first thought on awakening.
Why cannot I be happy that I live.
Need I concern myself with the reckoning.

Let me see beauty in everything.
The day is cloudy, the sea green.
The shadows lengthen, old age‘s bell does ring.
I cannot grasp what it does mean.

But light shines through.
And calls to me too, all is true.

Haiku

The day does shorten
And mine too will come to end
But that is just fate

Sonnet

What about your own alms.
What about your good works.
We dwell on our own qualms.
But we should not worry about setting off fireworks.

We obsess about daily problems, mere passing breath.
But what of real end of life struggles and the last descent.
We will all confront pain, frailty and death.
Can we not enjoy the inadequate present.

Tobit was blinded.
By mere inadvertence.
But he doesn’t seem to have minded.
He knew what was of true importance.

May I be like the calm sea.
And learn just to be.

Haiku

Learn to be as the
Calm and blue sea far below
Still always moving