Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts

Sunday, July 12, 2026

A Room of My Own: Before Jesus Tanka

a bare heart
and a humbled mind
before Jesus --
patch by patch filtered sunlight
slips beyond the chapel door


FYI: This could be read as a prequel to my tanka below:

in the chapel
I pray to Jesus
hour after hour
finally tired of me
Time leaves me alone



Added:

The air in here twice-breathed, the taste of stale water in the waiting room. 

trapped wasp
thumping at the pane 
doctor’s gaze


Added:

Awake after a late muggy afternoon nap.

alone
yet the looping
of this fly


FYI: This could be read as a prequel to my senryu below:

summer cottage
after killing the last fly
I am alone


And this could be read as a prequel to my senryu below:

summer cottage
everywhere the echo 
of me



Added:

By the lake of my mind, flower by flower ...

first homecoming
where wild bluebells bloomed
stacked townhouses


Added: No More Fairy Tales, LV

wildfires
hotter, bigger, deadlier
than before—
orange haze over Toronto
as multi-lane traffic crawls


FYI: This is a sequel to my tanka below:

No More Fairy Tales, XXXII

silhouetted
against the smoky forest
far away yet near ...
the Premier's mouth opens, closes
opens before cameras

Tuesday, December 10, 2024

A Room of My Own: Will Hope and History Rhyme?

Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CXXXV: "hope and history rhyme"

origami cranes
on the blood-stained school floor ...
in smoky twilight
squadrons of sniper drones
dot the Gazan sky

St Peter's Square 
in breezy moonlight
baby Jesus
wrapped in a keffiyeh
under a Bethlehem Star 


FYI: For many Palestinians, the keffiyeh symbolizes their yearning for freedom and serves a nod to their history. For some non-Palestinians, it's a show of solidarity. 

And the title alludes to the following lines:

History says don’t hope
On this side of the grave.
But then, once in a lifetime
The longed for tidal wave
Of justice can rise up
And hope and history rhyme

Seamus Heaney, "The Cure at Troy"


And Daily Mail, Dec. 8: Pope Francis sends pointed message to Israel with detail in Nativity scene

On Sunday, the 87-year-old was gifted a 'Star of Bethlehem' plaque by two Palestinian children - paving the way for an impassioned speech. 

In it, the Catholic Church's leader pleaded 'Enough with wars, enough of violence!', after thousands turned out to St Peter's Basilica to see him install 21 new cardinals the day before.

'You know that one of the most profitable investments is in the weapons industry? They earn money to kill. But why?' he continued, again condemning the arms industry he has said is fueling the war effort.  

'No more wars!' he again said - this time drawing cheers. As he spoke, the symbolic addition served as a poignant - yet polarizing - nod to one side's struggle, ahead of what's set to be the 2,023rd birthday of Jesus Christ.

Meanwhile, just last month, in a collection of interviews conducted by author Hernán Reyes Alcaide, Pope Francis called for an investigation into what he framed as a potential 'genocide' occurring in the Gaza Strip.

'According to some experts, what is happening in Gaza has the characteristics of a genocide,” Pope Francis told Reyes in his section of the book, 'Hope Never Disappoints'.


Added: This Brave New World, CXVIII

deny, delay, depose
etched on blood-stained shell casings 
gathering dark


FYI:L1 is a reference to the well-known #insurance system tactic of “deny, delay, defend” when warding off claims from patients.

The New Yorker, Dec. 7: A Man Was Murdered in Cold Blood and You’re Laughing?

[part of UnitedHealth Group,] UnitedHealthcare, [whose C.E.O. was Brian Thompson, shot dead on Dec. 4], has the highest claim-denial rate of any private insurance company: at thirty-two per cent, it is double the industry average.

To most Americans, a company like UnitedHealth represents less the provision of medical care than an active obstacle to receiving it. 

We know there is a crisis of gun violence in America. There is also a crisis of denials of care by private health insurance corporations including UnitedHealth.

A person who posted on Reddit’s r/nurses forum, whose profile describes her as an I.C.U. nurse, wrote, “Honestly, I’m not wishing anyone harm, but when you’ve spent so much time and made so much money by increasing the suffering of the humanity around you, it’s hard for me to summon empathy that you died. I’m sure someone somewhere is sad about this. I am following his lead of indifference.

Thompson’s death resurfaced some unsavory details about his industry. We learned, for instance, that Thompson was one of several UnitedHealth executives under investigation by the D.O.J. for accusations of insider trading. (He had sold more than fifteen million dollars’ worth of company stock in February, shortly before it became public that the Department of Justice was investigating the company for antitrust violations, which caused the stock price to drop.) 

And Vox, Dec. 7: How to think about the public backlash to the killing of a health care CEO

The online reaction felt uncomfortable to some bystanders given that we’re all supposed to care about human dignity — the idea that every single person has intrinsic and inalienable value. The concept is at the heart of human rights: It’s because every person has value that they have the right to, say, not be murdered.

Yet the people posting vitriolic comments about Thompson feel justified in being smug about the death of this human in particular. That may be understandable, given the millions of Americans who suffered as a result of the industry that he represented. But disregarding human dignity by committing or cheering on an act of violence can’t be the answer. So, what is? Is there a better way to square moral outrage at someone and what they represent, while keeping faith with a belief in their human dignity?


Added: This Brave New World, CXIX

claim denial ...
this numbness outside
this anger inside


Added: No More Fairy Tales, XXXIX

the tongues
of a wildfire leaping ...
this rage inside


AddedRe-Homing in the Maple Land, XXXIII

the distant chants
of no more immigrants 
get closer and darker ...
through the window of my mind
I migrate to Never Land

Monday, October 28, 2024

A Room of My Own: Wooden Jesus Tanka

slanted sunlight
reaches Wooden Jesus on the cross
I close my eyes
... yet nothing whatever emerges
in my mind or my heart


FYI: This tanka could be read as a prequel to the following:

in the chapel
I pray to Jesus
hour after hour
finally tired of me
Time leaves me alone

NeverEnding Story, September 15, 2017


Added:

a  l  o n e togethertogether a l o  n  e
     meandmydrunkenshadow


Added:

the patches
on my neighbor's screen door
foreclosure notice


Added: Against the Drowning Noise of Other Words, CXXI: "Home of the Oppressed, Land of the Free"

Home of the Oppressed, Land of the Free 

this smoky night
in the bomb-shattered world
a Gazan makes a wish
to the camera in Hebrew
to fall asleep and rise... alive

oh, to save one life
is to save the whole world 
(this distance
in the rabbi's voice)
why this silence about bombings?


FYI: Ls 1&2 of the concluding tanka refer to the central text of Rabbinic Judaism, Talmud (Sanhedrin 37a): Whoever "saves a single life" is considered by scripture to "have saved the whole world."

Sunday, December 18, 2022

One Man's Maple Moon: Bobblehead Jesus Tanka by Al Fogel

English Original

driving home
from Sunday church service
my bobblehead Jesus
keeps nodding to the plastic flowers
on my dashboard 

A Hundred Gourds, 1:1, December 2011 

Al Fogel 


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

主日崇拜結束後
在回家的路上
我的搖頭耶穌娃娃
向儀表板上的塑料花
不斷地點頭

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

主日崇拜结束后
在回家的路上
我的摇头耶稣娃娃
向仪表板上的塑料花
不断地点头


Bio Sketch

Al Fogel , 77, began his haiku journey about 12 years ago and has been writing haiku, senryu, tanka and haibun ever since. Some of his work has appeared in leading haijin journals around the globe. He has recently published two books: So Little Time and  Holding Hand-helds

Monday, December 31, 2018

Friday, September 15, 2017

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Butterfly Dream: Good Friday Haiku by Damir Janjalija

English Original

Good Friday
black crows settled on
the church bell

Simply Haiku, 10:2, Winter 2013

Damir Janjalija


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

耶穌受難日
黑烏鴉停歇
在教堂的鐘上

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

耶稣受难日
黑乌鸦停歇
在教堂的钟上


Bio Sketch

Damir Janjalija, aka Damir Damir, was born in 1977 in Kotor, Montenegro. He is a sailor, a wanderer, and a poet who wakes up every morning to a different now. He published a bilingual haiku book, Imprints of dreams, in 2012.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

A Room of My Own: Waiting For A Sign

an erection
I wake up with
Jesus on the wall

the youth pastor talks
of a geography of heart
the cross and shadows

Jesus Heals...
a fleck of sunlight
striking his face

a falling red leaf...
Jesus loves you
the weight of his words