Friday, March 14, 2014

Zachary Robert Miller

by Jen Hunt, from the archives

Pickin’ it up
Put it right down
Zachary Bob’s
The best dude in town
Wakes up kinda sluggish
Lives on PB and nuggets
A definite Miller
None can dance sill-er
From Yahtzee to poker
World’s Favorite Joker
Athletic and funny
A run for your money
Donovan and Westbrook admirer
Permanent Eagle jersey attire
Best friend to call in a pinch
Pure gold, every inch

Aunt Jen

Friday, March 7, 2014

The Sanctuary

I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of the wicked. Psalm 84:10
By Jen Hunt, in honor of the Baudhuins departure for seminary, from the archives

Weekly and weak
I return to this shore. Baffled,
Yet balmed to see

Brash sand sculptors mock the tide
With its too-soon waves
That lap, then leave, and lap again,

Till all is lost and
The barren shore rests
Flat, yet moist--

No trace of craft enduring,
Save in soul clay

Here, in the swish and grime
Bare toes, dizzied, curl tight,
Re-righting their stance at the rim of majesty

A chin shakes; knees quake
Ears --and fears—pop! Deafened by the din
Of rattled hearts and cancelled sin

The world’s crimes hang clean
And sweet as slips on wash day
The wind whips through and through,

Sets all in proper place--
Such rare force, grace--
God stretches; I shrink

The ceiling’s not where I think,
Here, where chalk writing leaves
Indelible ink


by Jen Hunt, from the archives

You who tally
Pin head dancers
Who trade omnipotence
For mind games
Who deem all-power
Reason treason,
The scribbling of square
Circles or the like,
Face a force
Proved by one
Pure-footed trek
On soiled soil
The feat of which
Sends pins and
Needles up the spine--
See how
The Almighty
Rends small mind's
Infinite loops