Personal Poetry

Ash Wednesday, A Day Late

The ashes all fall
Dust disperses to dust
And rise, we all must.

ash wed bowl

Grasping at Clouds

Grasping at clouds
Over mirror-laden waters:
A secret handshake
Connecting heaven and earth.

Sunset Sept 3 2017


In Memoriam, John Glenn

(Cindy Lange)

You early few who “slipped the surly bonds of earth”
but were flung back to us, intact;
You high-flying heroes, Ulysses of the skies,
Returned to the wine-dark sea;
Unlike Icarus, you prevail.
Forever may you climb in silver splendor.




That demarcation line between sunshine and shade,
Dividing the fog of breath from the still of death,
Is where I sometimes exist.
Shadows slip inside and encapsulate;
They know the dark.
But high places beckon, and like a Narnian ghost
I welcome that which is beatified~ even the shadows.

(C.L. 12/2015)



Cross Purposessplintered-wood-of-the-cross

The wood of the cross splinters all sin,
The wood of the cross pierces within.
It carves and molds
Every soul which it hews,
And gnarled imperfections are ground into use.

The wood of the cross is a rough, ready thing
Whose purity overlooks houses of kings,
A paradox upon which pilgrims will stumble:
The cross rises each day
In the hearts of the humble.

(Cindy Lange)




2015-02_japanese-mapleJapanese maple,

Glistening in the silence

Of my prayerful words.

(Cindy Lange)


Stuff strewn sideways      SIDEWAYS IN THE HALL
in the hall;
Cartons carrying life-ways
Descend to outer walls;
It is time.

Careening carelessly
They splash towards newness
down the street.
Now is the time.

Odd constraint in my chest
restrains the unformed words,
Sage advice from those who know?
I look, say nothing now.

The final load, a casual gaze,
Suspended in air
Fingers loosen, and wave.

(Cindy Lange)

Lancelot Andrewes’ Feast Day

Sir Lancelot,
Your steed is not
a stallion made for war;PRIVATE DEVO
But burning brightly,
Logos-charged, you lunge
with sword aimed sure;
All dragons damned, defeated
Through warfare of the Word.

Devotions, sermons, life of prayer~
Swathed in this armor pure,
Lancelot leads forth the Saints
To conquer and endure.

Holy divine,
Shining one,
Lover of the Church,
Pray perfectly for us who fight the passions,
Still immured;
Enjoin us with thy Spirit,
Pray our faith may be secured.
May we who love your legacy,
Who know your priestly part
Receive the shield of faith,
A single, fiery heart.

(Cindy Lange)




In Lassen’s shadow
Sly smoke breathes across the lake
Whiffs of nostalgia

(Cindy Lange)

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