the blue jay

let me be swift as the blue jay

flying into my bird feeder

not to fill her mouth full with greed

or sit there to own

to persist on living in free food

as if it is her right;

let me, then, move swiftly

taking into heart

life here is but a momentary breath

bringing here nothing

and take home nothing

knowing well in mind

the swiftness of my flight

much, is dependent on my disowning

this bird feeder

my present status!

henry victor      27.05.2007

Note: In photograph is, (perhaps!), a Brewer’s Blackbird (male), a temporary replacement for my Blue Jay in the poem!

Jesus, the Nazarene

when with joy and confidence shouting the name

Jesus, the Christ in small churches and tall cathedrals

marketing his name and brand, while others

advertising their  products to consumers in home

and far away in overseas, Jesus of Nazareth

the man who hung on the cross with loincloth

softly spoke to summon with tone

so temperate that one can hardly hear

to come and live with him, to see for my self

the birds that have nests and foxes that have holes

while he, the son of Mary, the Nazarene

had neither a place to live nor possession to protect

reminding me i have nothing to lose

neither any to market, nor to advertise

but only a cause to live, a life

to suffer pain to offer more for the little

© henry victor     26.01.2003