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Retired archaeologist and governmental tree-hugger. I'm a: United Methodist lay pulpit supply preacher; semi-professional photographer; and poet.

Monday, May 30, 2016

5.30.16


wings swept, they sweep
atop low crests of waves
flowers over a green sea
arrows shot by roots below
tempus fugit - shooting stars

tiwago(c)2016 




Friday, May 27, 2016

THE BELOVED BOY



The Centurion's legionnaire buzz-cut was graying around his temples as he sat in misery. Lines of worry formed on his brow, and tears in his eyes were threatening to fall. In his arms, his slave was dying - a boy whom he cared for very much. This officer of the Army of Occupation was afraid and desperate. When he heard that a Healer known for miraculous cures named Jesus had just arrived there in Capernaum he asked some of the community leaders to be his advocates.

The small group of businessmen and residents stood before Jesus. "This Centurion is not like the others. He is a just and good man. Even though he is a gentile, he loves and protects our people. He even built our community's house of worship!" Jesus was moved by the passion with which they spoke on behalf of this soldier, and so he went to the Centurion's house with them.

The Centurion saw them coming, and did not want to defile Jesus by forcing him to come into an unclean house, so he sent some trusted friends to the approaching group to deliver a message: "Master, our friend says that you need not pollute yourself by coming inside. 'I am not worthy of such a sacrifice, so neither do I presume to approach you. Please speak, And I know my young man will be healed, for I am a man of military training and understand authority. If I tell one of my soldiers to go, they go. And if I tell a slave to do, they do.'"

Jesus was amazed. This man was everything they said and more. He turned to those around him, and said: "Nowhere have I seen faith this great!" And then he turned and left, leaving all there wondering.

When the delegations of neighbors and friends returned to the Centurion's home, they found the young man fully well.


(Luke 7 reimagined by Tiwago)

Thursday, May 26, 2016

SPRING SPIDERWORTS





I LOVE A RAINY DAY







Wednesday, May 25, 2016

A GATHERING OF WIZARDS





King Ahab the Vile called a gathering of his Wizards. They assembled on Mount Carmel, surrounded by the people who came to see the spectacle. Through the crowd moved Elijah the Prophet.
"How much longer will you stagger back and forth between two Ways? You must chose - follow God or follow Mammon!" But the people just looked down and pretended they did not hear the Prophet of God. The time for talking was past.

So Elijah threw down his challenge. "I stand here alone, the last surviving prophet.There are 450 of Ahab's most powerful Wizards here, priests of Mammon-Baal. Let us set up two crucibles and fill them with gold. I and they will prepare fires, but will not light them. I will call on my God, and they will call on theirs - the real Lord will light the fire." The people, wanting a show, cheered for this idea. Ahab felt the public pressure, and listened to his confident Advisors. The stage was set as Elijah had proposed.

Elijah bowed to the Wizards, and said: "After you". From morning to mid of day they called upon their god. They danced around and around their crucible until they could barely limp along. When the sun reached its zenith, Elijah jeered them on: "Come on! Cry louder. Surely he is a god? Maybe he is busy elsewhere? Maybe he is napping? Wake him up!"

This whipped them up into a mad frenzy. They shouted until they were hoarse. They slashed themselves until their naked bodies were slick with blood and sweat. They raved to no avail. They collapsed and glared at Elijah.

Quietly he spoke to the crowd: "Come closer."

They watched as he made an altar around the crucible, one large stone for each of the tribes. He directed his audience to fill four massive jars of water and pour them over the gold and the wood. Then again. And then yet again, until the wood was waterlogged and the ground was mud. Casually he said: "Lord of my Fathers, let all know today that you are the Lord of the Tribes - the One God. Let them see that your servant has done Your will. Let them see You and return to You."

The fire burned with a glory so great that even the standing water ignited. The gold flowed into the sand like spilled wine.

The people honored God.


(1 Kings 18 as imagined by Tiwago)

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

STAR GRASS



Small grasslike plant with a tiny flower growing in the wet area of a northern Illinois prairie.

Monday, May 23, 2016

5.23.16




flowers
embroider
earth

cross-stitch
threads
of grace


tiwago(c)2016

Saturday, May 21, 2016

MORE SPRING SHOTS






Friday, May 20, 2016

5.20.16




at times humanity's
more fungus than flesh
feeding on death and rot
but we get to choose:
toadstool or morel?

tiwago(c)2016

Thursday, May 19, 2016

LION'S TEETH







Wednesday, May 18, 2016

SHRUB BLOSSOMS


5.18.16



my fleshy corpus
formulates a shadow
both outside and in

tiwago(c)2016

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

NEW SPIDERWORTS




Monday, May 16, 2016

CELL-WALLS


over argent surfaces
flies a tumult of birds
beneath argent surfaces
lies a turbulent broth
life sorted by membranes

tiwago(c)2016





Friday, May 13, 2016

LOUSEWORT


WOOD-BETONY, Pedicularis canadensis 


GRUMPY OLD-FART BLUES




Appearance becomes the only relevancy!

Wilted wall flowers, we,
At the Celebutante Ball.
Catchphrase Bingo;
Spin-Doctor dervish -
Shape trumps mass.

News packaged and marketed;
Time measured tweet-by-tweet;
We consume and regurgitate it:
Toxic potions, notions of beauty;
Cancerous germs of fearful hate.

Instead of many parts / one body,
We each yearn to become noses,
Reshaped by societal rhynoplasty -
Cookie-cutter corporate conformity,
In the name of selfish individuality.

Appearance became the only relevancy.


Tiwago(c)2016

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

05112016



fragments of my spirit
each bulb imbued with hope
only some lift up blooms

tiwago 










(words and image by tiwago(c)2016

THE BLUEBELL BLUES





Monday, May 9, 2016

MAYAPPLE MAY





SPRING TRANSACTIONS




petals
opening
bees come

teamster bees
hauling pollen
for flowers



tiwago(c)2016

Saturday, May 7, 2016

BLOSSOM TIME


Friday, May 6, 2016

SPIRIT




The Spirit is living water,
Which can quench any fire.
The Spirit is living fire,
Which can not be quenched.
The Spirit is living air -
Massless source of all mass.

Tiwago(c)2016

Thursday, May 5, 2016

SPRING TREASURES




Wednesday, May 4, 2016

THE PRODIGAL SUN




Should I now welcome you back?
Where've you been all this time?
You left a brooding sky full of tears,
And bereavement's cold dagger!
Shine on me so I may again bloom.

Tiwago(c)2016

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Shooting Stars






Monday, May 2, 2016

TOOTHWORT