Monday, September 29, 2014

Donal Mahoney- A Poem

Sundown at the Abbey

After a day in the fields
plowing and sowing, 
the old monks see 
sundown is near so 
they put away tools, 
clean up for supper. 

It's soup and bread 
torn from a loaf, 
chunks of good cheese, 
a rainbow of bright 
fruit from the orchard, 
coffee as black as tar.

There are 20 monks left,
slow and ailing, a drop
from a hundred or so 
a few decades ago.
The harvest is small,
their lives still simple. 

They work in the fields
and pray in the chapel.
But birds in the air 
sometimes hear prayer 
rise from the fields
and soar past them.

Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri.

J.D. DeHart

What Is Caesar’s
Render unto Caesar he told them,
and they thought he spoke of coins,
listening to the light jingle
in their bags, compared to the vast
clamor they heard among the wealthy,
succumbing to the false promise of greed.
They failed to recognize the image stamped
was the emperor’s profile, while the image
embossed upon their frame,
their fiery creativity and capacity
for kindness and mercy,
belonged to the emperor of heaven.

JD DeHart is a writer and teacher.  His blog is and his first chapbook, The Truth About Snails, is due Fall 2014.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Donal Mahoney- A Poem

Observer of Current Events

It's not de rigueur
to believe he's there
behind the sun,
the stars, the moon
watching us 
holding a burnt match 
from the first Big Bang, 
souvenir, and 
holding another
yet to be struck
the day he says
"No more!" 

Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Douglas Polk- A Poem


wheat among the weeds,
sheep among the wolves,
unconcerned with the day to day,
living on a higher plane,
where time has no beginning or end,
and goodness thrives,
patiently waiting for the evil to end.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Lela Marie De La Garza- A Poem




This is desolation,

Dry as chalk and bone:

Fill your cup with dust,

Eat the broken stone,


Or put your faith in God,

And miracles abound:

Water from the rock

Manna on the ground.