A Delightful Sigh…




I recently acquired a poetry book by Waterloo writer Rienzi Crusz. The title How to Dance in this Rarefied Air copyright 2017. What I didn’t know was that Rienzi had died this past September. He was 92. I was privileged to chat with him a couple of times at the grocery store where I worked part time for years.

My interest initially was tugged by his book Gamboling With the Divine. Ah yes a poet of spiritual things, as well as observations from a native of Sri Lanka moved to snowy Waterloo Region. I loved his stuff and I told him so.

In the recent book there were many entries explaining how he got into poetry, what he loved about its endless topics, sounds, forms and provocative word choices; how he never fully got to the destination but was tickled in the journey. The foreward was written with great insight by a friend who taught at University of Toronto.

I remember Mr. Crusz telling me to use poetry to express exactly what I was moved with feeling to write at the moment. Not to worry about getting published in hard copy in Canada. That was a crap shoot at best. But rather to get it out to friends and loved ones as often as possible. And to leave a legacy of happy, holy, honourable, humble, sensual, atmospheric words and sounds.

Mr. Crusz did that and more.


Cold Spell


greyish parking lot

as day awakens

air bracing

but not too much thank you

still recalling Chapman’s song

its all yours God

yours God

everything is yours

from the stars in the sky

to depths of the ocean floor

I am His also

His creation…remodeling



and given loads of slack

hoping against hope

this crummy slush morning





Another early morning at coffee shop wi fi. Using a new iPad tablet gifted to me by brother and mother. They have been following my post surgery recovery and strengthening with interest and love.

I am off work indefinitely and trying to keep stimulated and productive.

Providence took me to a number of videos from friend Anthony Gomez. Couple of years back when we were struggling whether or not to get real as men together and transparent. I believe that each of us had had disappointments in the past along such lines with other men. We were being cautious and at times abrasive as internet pen pals. AG in South Carolina and DB in Ontario. We shared a common love of poetry.

The videos this morning reminded me of my friend’s articulation and sensitivity. He gambled in what he said to me about dreams and impressions of the Spirit. The exchange was marvelous…and remains good.

Anthony has gone through terrible health challenges and the American systems of coverage have been villainous. He has been made to question many things. Hard not to. Meanwhile I have gotten for free the best of equipment and professionalism for a radical prostatectomy by robotics at Hamilton. I am very thankful but what about this variance in treatment between two brothers in the faith. Why God? (Must be time to check again the loving comments of Jesus to each of the churches Smyrna and Philadelphia in the Revelation. Disparity in a broken world but still inheritance incomparable.)

Then this morning I turned to Gospel music videos. Keri Job. Steve Curtis Chapman. Casting Crowns. Lauren Daigle. Crowder. Rend Collection. In these I found cause for joy and renewal and levity through our unstoppable hopes of faith. Thanking our local Faith FM 93.7 and broadcasters Murphy and Atkinson for some of this.

The poetry will continue and the audacious discovery of unlikely victories. Kept by the power of God unto salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.









ours to magnify

what he has done

where he has been

course he has run

took away pain

handled our sin

took away grief

gave life a glow

all sealed in blood

purposed to grow

saved on a hill

torment so cruel

rose from a grave

satan to fool.

and this was God

dressed in our form

feeling each hurt

dealing with scorn.

then too a king

bowed for his own

lifting the poor

sharing his throne

humbled we are

broken amazed

praising such goodness

for endless days.