Which one of you bears his cross-
Tossing holy invective
“In the name of Jesus Christ…” Read More
The sun sings low in the sky
I strain to listen for
Who will be born today?
The faint refrain so close
To slipping off the sphere
And swathed in striations of
Ancient snow, Read More
Washed in your warm breath
Doubt droplets evaporate
At once, vacuumous
You are all there ever was Read More
As I sat on the holiday parade float with the choral group and sang “Angels From the Realms of Glory” my own little three year old curly blonde angel, who had been tossing out candy, decided she couldn’t hold in her pee a moment longer. So there we were: me holding her off the side of the moving vehicle as she relieved herself onto the street. Nothing like a good mooning from a lit-up, garlanded caroling parade float that says, “Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!” Read More
A tidal child sings a sinner’s prayer
From wet sand castles ashore
Connected through their words and air
Withering the fruits of their labor Read More
Sacraments change prayer
‘Help your wife do dishes,’ or
‘Go play with the kids.’ Read More
I hear Jesus speak in a language I do not know.
He takes my limp hand in his, looks at my thumbnail and addresses the atoms by name.
They are neither male nor female,
Like God or colors, Read More
Stunning. Like love…
the world opensto take me in
with a delirious roll of thunder
as gulls cry saline tears,
to match the non-emotive hum
of the salted falls’ slow descent
into the belly
of the roilingsouthern seas.
like phospherescent foam
surging below the bridge
of galatic gyroscopes.
and i come
with a meek disrobing
of heart’s hollow –
you tenderly bend
©M.G. Iannucci 2017
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Threshold. What it takes, the thunderous energy, impossible vitality, to get to a state of relaxation, a feeling that I have adequate energy and vitality… “You need a sail,” suggests Joshua when I tell him it feels like Tom Hanks in Cast Away trying with all his might to get beyond the surf and become un-lost. Sometimes it seems not worth the effort, the expenditure far greater than the reward.
I drove back home alone with the girls after a weekend trip to Denver to see my mom. Heading south, the blessing of a special on Paraguayan guitarist Augustine Barrios filled Read More
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reflections, ponderings, daydreams, musings
finding our way back to love
“In this life we cannot always do great things. But we can do small things with great love.” — Mother Theresa
"Only mystery allows us to live, only mystery" ~ Federico García Lorca.
(overcome your fears)
Faith. Motherhood. Magic.
Here to explore the wonders of the mind thru poetry and expression.
"but I say, walk by the Spirit, and you will not carry out the desire of the flesh. For the flesh sets its desire against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh; for these are in opposition to one another, so that you may not do the things that you please." Galatians 5:16-17. We are to leave the world behind. We are to walk.
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