Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson Poems

He
was a piece
of work,
...

Don’t know about you, but I think it’s stupid
To give lethal weapons to a diapered Cupid
(and what happens when he’s gotta go?)
...

You, my beloved, bring light to my soul
Before I met you, I lived on parole

Freedom, elusive, seemed so far out of reach
...

I’m put upon to ponder the problem of poetry
& thus, I proudly or, perhaps, perfunctorily,
Ponderously pronounce with a preponderance,
Even a plethora, of p’s:
...

A sense of the sacred
permeates these grounds
where El Santo Niño de Atocha walks
...

He's aware
of the yard he lives in -

aware of the fences
...

New
to this Land of Enchantment state of mind?
Well, welcome home,
weary traveler, welcome home!
...

a gathering of tumbleweeds
hesitated, trembling aside the highway’s edge

until an odd,
...

Golden curtains shimmer down
to ground and grass
through high-arcing, brilliant double rainbows,
children of the rain
...

I am acclumsid

conflicted by accidie
...