I rode Pegasus all morn, Could have ridden all day, Instead at noon We gently come in to graze. Emma said the Lord of the Manor Will say unto you, “Work for me You’ll be fed from my dovecote Eggs and young fledglings that coo.” Emma taught me to reply, “You’ll not want me to […]
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The Man in the Noon
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Sermon on The Transfiguration of Jesus
SERMON For Saint John’s Episcopal Church Beverly Farms, Massachusetts The Transfiguration of Jesus By Jamie Coats March 2nd, 2014 Last Sunday after Epiphany Readings: Exodus 24:12-18, 2 Peter 1:16-21, Matthew 17:1-9, Psalm 99 Reference: Luke 9:37-43 Thank you for inviting me to your beautiful church to reflect on the Transfiguration. I bring you greetings from […]
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Still Hope at Pigeon Cove
Still I sit at dusk Quiet, with a sea view Half sky Quarter sea Quarter grass And me My hands cupped Waiting to receive At dawn the sun arose The love within, Emma Emmanuel for some Released a dove Looking for a cove All day it comes Across the half sky Across the quarter blue […]
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Our Newborn Joy
A word, softly spoken Impregnates our busy lives Swelling the recollection We are already loved. A prayer for Advent Jamie Coats December 2012
Bean & Leaf
She walked into the bar and saw him immediately, the Greenman. His face was made of leaves, he wore a summer suit and a floral Liberty print tie displaying a riot of flowers tastefully tumbling down his front. She sat next to him. She was wearing a small silk pouch around her neck that matched […]
Hit by a Bus Haiku
I am, roadside down Hit by a bus out biking, Tears, loving my child Jamie Coats August 2009 On July 31, 2009 I was hit by a bus while bicycling to work. As I lay on the ground an apparition of my daughter appeared before me.
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The Nest
Nests are homes Made of scraps; Discarded pieces Of other lives Woven into love. Jamie Coats June 2004
Willow Tree Man
Let your rootedness shine! If an angel flew overhead I’d reach up and catch her By her Achilles heal And wonder if I’d make her crash to earth, Spraining or breaking an ankle, maybe worse, Or if I could catch her and Lower her gently for her foot To grace the earth. Let your rootedness […]