The Smell of Grace (Communion)

I smelled the blood today,
But it did not smell like blood.
The concord sweetness filled my eager nostrils,
Sweetness that conquered my heart long ago and still.

I lift the silver lid.
The wafting vapors whisper,
Sweet whisper of love,
Incomprehensible sacrifice,
Overwhelming lavishment,
The taste of fruit undeserved and luscious,
Crushed
That I might smell,
That I might taste,
That I might absorb to utter saturation,
Love, infinite and inexhaustible.

I thirst no more and yet ever.

©2013 Bob Mason

Tomorrow

Like a big boy, I said,

“Go ahead, find your new way.

I’ve made my choice;

I’ve heard the voice;

Move forward, always forward.”

But the little boy saw you

Reaching for tomorrow,

Definitively, purposefully,

Reaching for tomorrow.

He must confess, wistfully, longingly,

In the third person,

His sorrow,

Mixed with bright prayer.

©2013 Bob Mason

7/26/2013

It's been some time since I had to write a poem.

The Smile

I don’t know what it was,
If it was meth or death, booze or lose,
But it was all over her face,
And it wasn’t pretty.

A smile dropped down onto mine,
From somewhere up where love lives.
And you should have seen it.

That smile leapt across an unknown distance,
Washed across her face,
And I mean washed,
Washed away the ugly,
Washed away the pain,
Leaving only beauty to shine again,
Oh such beauty to shine again.

©2012 Bob Mason