Oratorio

Faith, Poetry

His return was 

not an Ode to Joy,

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But a quiet oratorio 

publically unannounced.

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She, a devoted fan, 

was his first listener

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Reacting, at first, as one does 

to the loss of an old friend.

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But his voice makes this new tune 

old for her again, resurrecting

lessons at his feet &

works of wonder & mercy.

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His solo proclaims another hope 

implied in apologues & private revelations.

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A pre-release track, so to speak,

promoting the real thing.

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& she carries with her 

this comeback song

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Ready to be heard by those

with ears to hear.

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First Reunion

Life, Poetry

Don’t assume responsibility for making

 the essentials like mac & cheese, 

stewed chiecken or collard greens, 

the old hands got them covered.

Expect the whole fam there, or,

at least, the ones who return emails,

phone calls & don’t have personal beefs.

Expect to find the men lounging on living 

room sofas, watching Saturday night ball 

on the flat screen, debating the MVP race; 

the women crowded around the kitchen 

table passing gossip with a bottle of wine; 

kids tearing from room to room ’till some 

sharp parental looks send them outdoors. 

Come expecting your grandma, aunt & uncles 

to give you a tight embraces that leave back & 

shoulders aching; the dense scent of meals slow 

cooking in the oven, on the stove or waiting pre-

made in tin plastic trays. Expect some names 

to shine more brightly than others in your mind 

& to discover a new life here to replace the one 

seas, continents & distance of time has left behind.