Communion

(Pathways Two)

Communion frightened me.
I felt not worthy of such a gift.

The invitation to table, called.
I stayed in my seat.

I once heard a voice in my head.
"I understand why you feel this way but you are more than welcome in my house."

These were real words.
Not something overheard or imagined.

Real.
There was no one there, but there was.

Still, I stayed in my seat.
The obstinate child afraid of the change already coming within.

Months pass.
Seasons change.

The invitation to table, called.
The seat never cools down because I do not rise.

After service.
A friend listens to me as I talk about all this stuff.

As we talk she hands me a vanilla cream cookie.
My mind draws a conclusion.

No words this time just a thought:
"Do this in memory of me.."

I eat the cookie as tears come to my eyes.
Leaving my friend perplexed.

Communion doesn't frighten me anymore.

K.J.K.  09/14/2014

Stars of Wax

(Pathways One)

A hundred candles are lit.
Maybe more.

Silent night, holy night.
Wax stars flickering in hands that trembled.

What led to this moment?
Started so long ago.

In a past, now muted by the years -
Gone by.

Do you believe in Angels?
Winged or not.

I have seen my share.
Enough to know that they are real.

Even if they don't believe.
In their own existence.

To a Christmas gathering -
In the most unlikely of places.

Was it really a den of iniquity?
Were we thieves?

Or looking for answers?
Even though the questions were never asked.

What led to this moment?
Flickering candles on Christmas eve.

Love, Love, Love.

It wasn't just his Son he sent.
It was all of us too.

K.J.K.  07/25/2014

Circle Of One

She dreams.
Of forgotten things.
Lives hidden in the fallacy of life.

Of her father, Taslasness.
The Land Of Wonder.
Twelve towers gleaming gold.

The river of life:
He sits on it's banks.
Fishing for more then song of verse can say.

"Where has all the Magic gone, father?
No, not only Magic but wonder, awe at the everything?"
The water splashes with no reply.

"What has been lost:
Life filled too much with the day to day.
No time to live after all the time spent on living.

Father, I remember you!
Speak, please to me."
And the river is a dry bed and no one is sitting on it's banks.

A hedgehog speaks:
"Believe"
"Upon the night of this heart, believe!"

Fades out to the dust of the once river, now desert.
Nothing left
After drying of the flow.

Which runs from the inner self.
This child -
Should never die.

"Harken the word!"
Said the man on the radio.
She awakes.....

K.J.K.

12-27-03

Mr. Freeze

They argue.
About small things.

Attitudes needing adjustments.
Tensions of the day.

Unreal expectations
“Why can’t you be…?”

Something the other is not.
Never will be.

A coolness forms.
Like an ice wall.

In some such way becomes real –
Tangible.

Mr. Freeze cooling it down.
Ice in his heart.

A silence filled with wanting to speak.
Neither will give way.

Until she looks at him with a softness he has seen nowhere else.
Will never see nowhere else.

And he melts.

K.J.K.

4

End Times 7

Hallowed is the heart.
    That walked through these doors.

Years ago.
    To escape those who sought to abuse.

Others walked the same path for centuries.
    North by northwest.

A path, a road.
    A way to and or from.

Found a Whey Station.
    Place to repose.

Found a place to heal.
    A place to dream.

Now the road calls.
    As it has before.

Time to move on.
    To the next adventure.

The circle is open.
    The circle is closed.

Incense burns.
    Frankincense and Mir.

The scent of smoke fills the room.
With a prayer of parting….


K.J.K. 02-01-07

Coasters

Sunglassed eyes smile at me:
"Are ya nervous yet?"
Manly mouth utters: "Not at all."
Mind, thinking through a wave of terror says:
"Oh my, I'm gonna DIE!!"

Coaster moves to top.
Click, click, click....
Pause like forever.
Then, Oh my, I'm gonna DIE!!
Mind to mouth:
"Don't scream! Don’t scream, man!"
Mouth to mind:
"Aghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Coaster stops, back at the start.
Sunglassed eyes smile at me:
"Well, how'd ya like it?"
Manly mouth utters: "Lets do ten more!"
Mind sighs: "Not on your life, sister!"

K.J.K.  8-24-97

Trying - End Times 10

The wind is bitter.

Shakes the house with a roar.

But I’m trying.

 

To bend like the willow.

Fall like the leaf

Blown by the breath of God.

 

Let the winds take me.

Places I’ve never thought of.

Left alone dreamt of.

 

The wind is bitter.

It courses through my veins.

Howling like Ginsberg.

 

Shaking the foundations of it all.

Until all that remains is the soul.

Laid bare upon the table.

 

These are the winds of change.

The choices that change a life’s path.

Or confirm the path already taken.

 

The wind is bitter.

The path unknown.

But I’m trying Lord, I’m trying.

 

K.J.K. – 1/24/2014

 

 

Next

Uncharted waters.

Strong, acetate winds.

Blowing all the Gails away.

 

An October chill:

Circle route along Mishigami.

The car winds with the road.

 

This is the end game.

All those years ago.

The secret truth.

 

Leading to metaphor.

Stories.

Poems.

 

The harbor at the still.

The moment of release.

It is done.

 

October hauntings no more.

 

K.J.K.  10-3-2013

 

Fall

Clouds wrap ‘round the full moon like cotton candy ‘round the spindle.

There is silence in the land.

Air Conditioners drone no more.

 

September transitions, traditions - the ringing of school bells.

Open jackets, drawn a little closer but not yet closed.

The setting sun - earlier every day.

 

Lawnmowers give way to the rake or leaf blower.

The crackle and smoke of leaves.

That no one ever burns.

 

Apples drop off wild tree.

Hidden to no child.

Nor the parent who takes them to doctor.

 

All round the landscape is slowly painted in to shades of brown and red.

As if some invisible hand picked up a cosmic paint brush.

Knowing that it’s time for a change.

 

K.J.K. – 09/16/2013

 

The Auspices of Love

So many years ago;

Close like yesterday.

Far away like a lifetime ago.

 

39 years old.

Nothing to show for it.

Except pain, tears and self destruction.

 

Doors opened with the flashing of a still blade.

Hearts opened, emotion spilled.

On stage and life.

 

Diversity of age, race and outlook.

So many ideas never before dreamt of.

Let alone pondered.

 

I am not alone!

Soul family, blood family.

Love.

 

Ordinary Angels.

Unaware of their “angelic” qualities.

Or “Fae” attributes.

 

Just people like you and me.

Doing the best that they can.

Holding up a candle in the darkness.

 

55 Years old.

I’m not a rich man.

But I have a treasure trove of family.

 

Blood and Soul.

Who wrap around me as I do them.

Watch out for each other.

 

Share this special magic.

I see in their hearts.

This magic, I think better known, as the auspices of love.

 

K.J.K. – 1/12/2012