Friday, October 25, 2019


one does not
have to join a convent to be a nun
one can experience resurrection
or eternity in the cleaning of a
scarred kitchen sink

lit candle & vespers
are not for the faint of heart
but for the heart
knowing the path
it has drawn

pick up that crucifix
and wipe the blood from your eyes
you will see clearly the portion
of your earthly breath

                                      whispers echo through
                                   the chambered halls of ones 

the rectory is empty now
leaving the re-stringing
                                     of beads
to the fatal silk moths
last ascendance

copyrighted 2019

Cecropia Silk Moth - lives only to reproduce can not eat or digest - parishes within 2 weeks

Sunday, September 29, 2019

when time before

"...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, 
and if that is not enough, what is enough?"
Vincent van Gogh

is it possible that an existence beyond our-self 
is within a simple sight?
or that  i should  touch a blade of grass 
or fathom distant light

is it stillness that stops this beat once
 known only to my heart ?
or the mist within my reach that gives 
cause for me to stare

the sky a million miles away i hold here in my hand 
what to wonder on its gold
 liquid as a dream
as between the clouds its firmament
 graceful and contrite 
  blue eye to gray 
gray to white - its lighting of my soul

a breath of want to want-less
brings my repentance of all need 
that one could give so willingly 
the shedding 
of their night

   who?  placed this here upon my life
as mine and mine alone
 a silent song of such regard 
 by one
 said keeper of my days

that (i) should forever touch its grace
when time before
it was so neatly tucked away

well out of mortal sight

bkmackenzie 2019

photo was a gift from a friend 

posted at dverse poets Open Link night

Wednesday, September 25, 2019


the characteristics of my shadow
can be framed and thought
no structure or reform in this dwelling place
i (alone) can sit here fixed
upon layers of green
         why? blue sky so subtle
         cottoned, combed white

(i) could leave this framed world
only to be lonely,
transparent - so lost on a prismatic stage
of character...

this world preferred
thoughtless but those my very own
emptied and purged
that god (alone) make himself so willingly known
in the freeing of a tear
as (i) gaze
          upon his face

bkmackenzie 2019

photo a gift of presence

Monday, September 23, 2019

amber rain

i love you like this
i mean like the sweet kiss of
cranberry clinging to its bark
like a blue sky 
kissing its once young leaves
now bent in grace

but then it is easy to love you
warm and kind 
like amber rain falling
 upon the wellspring of heaven 
that is seen only by 
those who seek its elusive door
through natures tender

bkmackenzie 2019