NOTES TO GOD by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine

  NOTES TO GOD You guide the Pencil from My teeth As I write Words – Touching You. You spin Me dizzy Never lost But always  Present. You are so Close to me And micromanage My happy soul With alluring Fumigation, Exorcism And rehabilitation That is never harsh But peace-loving. As I seek You With…

Angelica by Bruce Pemberton | PAROUSIA Magazine

Angelica Always eager for the cheap laugh, I’d make fun of her brown teeth, dandruff, moustache, and long chin hairs. She’d park her fender-bashed car in the middle of Main and shuffle into senior lunch. She’d drink too much coffee, fill her chair, spilling the rest into a growing floor puddle, souring everyone’s lasagna. The…

THE WISDOM OF ART by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine

  THE WISDOM OF ART The rain Is steady As I let The dog in. Playing with her I activate Tender hemispheres – Just unwinding In the nothingness Of being – The Divine Reaches down Like a hand And lost, Or perhaps found In peaceful Afternoon I seem To reach Through Earth’s atmosphere – Catching…

true self: by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine

true self: lying on the pillowy bed i count my breath running from random thoughts like jonah fleeing nineveh i encounter a system of larks realizing that the observable universe is transient and less than real as i eclipse the depths of peace finding a God of mercy in daffodils & tulips allowing myself to…

CONTEMPLATIVE PRAYER  by Rick Davis | PAROUSIA Magazine

  CONTEMPLATIVE PRAYER  Sin  Like rain  Drumming  Causes me  To feel Prayful  So, with  Veneration  And dragon  Fierceness  I spiritually  Fly Inside,  Through the  Vastness  Of the galaxy,  Leaving behind  A crowd  Of sorrows  And stars  Begin to  Burn  Beginning  To feel  Dawn dew Air,  Remembering  Harmless  Paper napkin  Ghosts.  I look  At my  Red…

Inhale Easter by Victoria Crawford | Easter 2019

    Inhale Easter Grubby months of heat, dawn hauling dry days of dust, wearing down, wearing through Lenten testing northern people discover resurrection in pastel flowers and trees bursting leaves while in this tropic land of dry and wet, we pray for rainy release Friday grief advances to Saturday’s preparation of mission church to…

Three Poems from Rita Anderson | Easter 2019

The Empty Pot When I’d suggested to my son that we move the seedlings from the foyer to the corner of our lot, I thought I was saying Goodbye in the usual, sheepish way but, in late fall, he marched out to the spot, arms around the pot as if he were a giant securing…