While Running Beside the South Platte River

Today I passed a man who seemed to be fishing
in an empty river bed.
The water had dropped down over centuries
and now, pooling just out of sight,
was barely trickling through the rocky dirt.

It’s been said that you are one to change
the desert into streams
and thirsty ground into springs of water.
But will you change this dead land between us
into a place verdant with the beauty of life.

When I look across this ocean of sand
and see nothing worth saving,
you tell me that generous is the man
who is merciful
and lends of himself.
And how widely yet your mercy flows,
coming to me like rain in the spring,
that waters the earth,
and showing me how to give of new life.

Come let us set things right,
you say,
and I remember that I have known
my sins to be like scarlet,
but yet you made me white as wool.
And maybe it is not so impossible
to stand on dry land,
rod in hand,
waiting for the flash of scales.


Fr. Jay

condensation slowly drips down
my plastic coffee cup,
which is mostly full of milk,
with a little chocolate and decaffeinated coffee
mixed in for good measure.
it reminds me of sweat that often beads
on the forehead of one of our resident priests
as he gravely hands out communion.

a deeply holy man regularly moved by grace,
he preaches with an eagerness
to relay the truths of love
that free the soul,
his kind voice rising as he brims with emotion
to tell of the grace of God,
even as he perspires
under the weight of glory
and heavenly garments.

Mt. Tabor (Feast of the Transfiguration)

You led me up a high mountain
and I thought
that I would be able to see for miles
but instead your dark cloud descended
grey and wet and cold
this mist made me draw close to You

but still You wanted me to see more
and illuminated
not my path
but my heart and yours
because the more I see of you
the more I know of me
and sometimes my eyes need to see
that who I will become in You
is more important than where I will go

Luke 9:22

You knew the course of your life here on earth
before you ever set foot
every single day
You knew your fate was to suffer greatly
and be rejected
with hearts still shut against you
as you gave your last
and still you chose
you chose this life
that brought betrayal and rejection

I don’t know my fate
whether my last day will still show
vain attempts
and lonely days
hearts unknown and closed off
If today were the last
I would be the same as you
but I wouldn’t have it any other way
I would choose it all again
out of love for You


the secrets that we keep
every superhero has to have them
the burden of not having the ones you love
know you fully
or even
that you love them at all

there’s a boy in my office
who pulls of Clark Kent
quite well
suit coat and glasses
and a little curl of hair
at the top of his forehead
with the tell-tale awkwardness
around a certain writer

but what he hides underneath
his secret that you would never guess
is a pair of goofy socks
that just peek through
when he forgets and crosses his legs