Nightfall

The breeze of destiny sweeps us toward darkness. It is a wind of our own creation, and today it blows with gale force across the globe. Soon, the hurricane and nightfall. Have you prepared?

For my wife on a rainy day

The river of life is refreshed by God’s Tears.
We fall
And startle the waters.
Rings roll out.
Some only inches.
Others ripple to far shores.
Fortunate you fell in the same spot
As I.
We shall swell together
Travel for a season
And collapse upon the distant sandy beach
As one.
To begin again.

Luke Saucier, January, 2011

Of Resolutions & Prayers

Of resolutions

for this next revolution

I have but one:

It is my resolution to make none.

Of prayers,

For the calendar, new

Again my needs are simple,

I have only two,

One for me and one for you:

Dear Lord, grant me the ability to

forgive, have patience with and love myself.

For it will follow from these

that I will be more humane.

And as for my friend, Dear Lord

won’t you grant him the same?



Luke Saucier 12/31/2010

The Abyss

I stare into the Abyss. It doesn't stare back. It's an Abyss. It whispers to me, though.

Earth Mother Blessing

May the laughter of the Earth Mother, whose exhalations tickle our hair and shiver the leaves, upon whose umber hills we dance for a moment, and in whose fertile bosom we rest for an eternity, be yours this day. There is time for aught else.

The Hand of Father Time

By his hand we receive this life
for he givith the day,
but minute by minute and month by month
his hand taketh away.
For these are the currency
by which we repay.

Life

Dark star consumes yon galaxy
Yet it has no gravity compared
to your lush vale.

I, molten volcano, am drawn,
quaking with ancient life’s
desire to renew,
and blinded by red

Quivering and bereft
at last I sink deep
into your moist, warm cleft.

Stars collide, life-sparks explode
Spew ash, hot and wild
And so life carries on
With each new child.

Luke Saucier, November, 2010

Confabulate

It is healthful to cogitate and postulate
it’s the right thing to do,
but don’t obfuscate or prevaricate
do that and you'll be untrue.
Feel free to discriminate and delineate,
but do them both well.
Mind you never masturbate
or you will go to
Hell, I don’t care if you do
just don’t castigate or subjugate
these are followed by rue.
While on the subject, know that if you fornicate,
your preacher will yell at you.
That’s one judgment you’ll not mitigate nor obviate.
no matter what you do.
You should know if you pontificate,
they will flee from you ten by two.
And beware how you predicate and stipulate
words can fly back on you.
Also, and upon this point I am obdurate
so don’t bother to argue
never ever, ever equivocate
for that’ll make me blue.
Many years in life’s school did I matriculate
To bring these truths to you
Gentle reader, I’m sorry, I know I exasperate
But on the bright side, now this ditty's through.

Luke Saucier, October 2010

To Every Thing There Is a Season, Turn, Turn, Turn.

A reading at a recent funeral reminded me of a favorite old song by the Byrds: To Every Thing There Is a Season, Turn, Turn, Turn. I like that song. I recalled that the song was lifted from the biblical book Ecclesiastes, and resolved to go home and read Ecclesiastes as soon as possible. I had to knock the accumulated dust of many years off the old King James. I opened it to Ecclesiastes. Have you read this lately? Ever? I was struck by a couple things: It’s not just not “preachy,” it’s downright stark, unreligious and fatalistic. The author, Solomon, presumably, suggests that everything under the sun is vain. The fool and the wise man both die, so why bother. No talk of Pearly Gates, angels and hereafter in Ecclesiastes. That’s for those girly men to come later. This is the straight stuff--no sweeteners. Though Solomon does seem to suggest maybe a little wisdom isn’t a bad thing. Sort of like an insurance policy. Don’t get caught up. It’s all transitory. He suggests you enjoy the simple pleasures of life: work hard, enjoy a good meal and good glass of wine. Good advice, I thought. Now I know why it’s called the ‘Good Book.’ Maybe that good book won’t accumulate so much dust again.



Luke Saucier, October, 2010



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V6jxxagVEO4

Some Thoughts on Time

Time flies straight like an arrow
unless you are aching
Then it weighs like an anchor.

Time heals all wounds
but there will be scars.

When that time comes, this one will be past.

I reach for the future, she reaches back. We just touched.

The present is the stew, the past its ingredients. The present is the judge of all that I have done. The future holds promise.

Time is indifferent. I am not.

Time is on my side.
Untrue
Time is not my friend. He murders me minute by minute.

Time sweeps us all toward irrelevance.

I finally understand time and its importance in my life,
but I've got creases on my face and a hitch in my step.

Time is of the essence.

Time's a wastin'

Time is up.


Luke Saucier September, 2010