All Saints Day

Luke 6.20-31

Jesus looked up ... at his disciples

Harvey S. Mozolak

blessed are the less

least and nothing

for they are the more

of the God

who counts the greatness

of the empty

who are these who wear

the red-rinsed robes of righteousness

around the altar albed for praise

aproned in white kneeling in the dirt

at the feet of the poor and hungry

wiping the eyes of those who weep?

they are the hated, excluded, reviled and defamed

do not withhold from those who beg

even the bare basket is blessing

placed before

the God who is hated

cursed, abused

struck on the cheek

naked

and stripped of good

as you would…

have has been done

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the halo of humanity

Harvey S. Mozolak

God chooses as a halo

at night

for his Son

the Christ

a young woman

of the tribe of David

Joseph her betrothed

and shepherds

fresh from angel-covered hills

their hairy arms and wild wings

encircle the kadosh of God

God chooses as a halo

during the day

tax collectors and widows

fishermen and lepers

prostitutes and the persecuted

the hungry and the blind

their gnawing crying needs

encircle the hagios of God

God chooses as a halo

at noon

a mourning mother

frightened John

spear-armed soldiers

several cross-imprisoned thieves

and a cursing merciless crowd

their blood-soaked eyes

surround the sanctus of God

God chooses to dim

in the day of the Son

the hot haloing heilos

for the glare of grace in the nude

as the darkened earth trembles

at the good of God

pierced by evil

draining holiness

a blood flooding

the pus and poison of soil

and those who plow and plant it

for an unseen harvest

the hollowness of the furrow

filled with the hallowedness of God