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My Father’s Blessing

When I toddled into the kitchen one Saturday morning,
my father was eating breakfast.
I stared at him, rubbing my eyes in astonishment.
“You comed back!” I exclaimed.
He opened his arms and I ran to him,
not quite believing he was real
until his arms closed around me
and he nuzzled my face with his stubbly cheek,
ten thousand tiny whiskers prickling my skin.
 
Dad was a student minister then,
and I saw him only on weekends.
He spent the week in Denver, studying theology,
then on Friday night he rode the bus back home
to our lonely outpost somewhere in Kansas.
His absence was like the absence of God:
“He’s there, but you just can’t see him,”
my father explained.
 
When he was older and wiser,
my father shocked me by saying,
“I don’t need to defend God;
God can take care of himself.”
He put his Bible on the bookshelf
and started preaching from The Denver Post.
One day he raged that another convicted murderer
had been executed in a neighboring state’s electric chair.
He ended his sermon on Sunday with a question:
“Would Jesus Christ pull the switch?”
 
Of all my father’s sermons,
I remember only this fragment,
and I hold on to it fiercely,
the way I once held the blessed bread
of Holy Communion, so I wouldn’t drop it,
or the way my young father held me
when he came home on weekends,
nuzzling my face with his stubbly cheek,
ten thousand tiny whiskers prickling my skin.

 
© 2016 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
 

Chariots

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God’s people fleeing
from rabid charioteers—
which team wins the race?
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
chariots ablaze
kindled by the wrath of God
in the wilderness
 
~~ ~~ ~~
 
deep into the sea
horse and chariot sinking
at the Lord’s command

 
Because Passover begins on Friday, 3 April, I have taken my inspiration for these snippets from the biblical story of the Exodus.
 
© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Branch

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Dove at daybreak, Sonoran Desert, Southern Arizona
 


how the barren branch
hosts a hungry mourning dove
while God turns away

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Crystal

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Along the beach, Puerto Nuevo, Baja California Norte, México
 


crystal clear sunlight
reflects all colors in the mirror—
shadow of a dragon


huddling in a seaside cave
Jonah hides himself from God

 
*Opening gambit © by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem: “Crystal”
 
Final two lines © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Resting

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Yuma Pioneer Cemetery, Yuma, Arizona
 


resting in the sand
bones of weary pioneers
free, thank God, at last

 
Text and photo © 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
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Handmaid

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Mission San Xavier del Bac, Tucson, Arizona
 
“That is a very beautiful image of our Lady. I love how striking the purple gown is. Cool stuff. Glad I have been seeing you every day during this Virgin Business. It has been a wonderful journey. Peace my friend, Peace and love”
 
(Comment left by Joe Spado aka Spadoman, blogger at Round Circle, when this post was first published on 12 December 2011. Today I am joining with many other precious souls to Haiku the Heart of Joe Spadoman.)

 
 

Let it be to me
as the Holy One has said—
I am God’s handmaid.

 
Text and photo © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher
 
More A Virgin a Day, and Haiku the Heart of Joe Spadoman at Recuerda Mi Corazon