The Moya View

Tag: Jesus

  • River Ooze

    River Ooze

    Even though she couldn’t swim,Lena would go down to the river.She wore a blue bathing suitand carried a pink swim ring.She would awkwardly dip her tiny feet in the currentand feel its cold stingon her tiny ankles and toes.As the water grew warmershe would go furtheruntil the swim ring floated freely above her chest.There was…

  • The Many Shrines of Mama Cruz

    The Many Shrines of Mama Cruz

    This is not a story about my mother,not even one about your motheror grandmother. It’s about Mama Cruz,someone else’s mother or grandmother.Mama Cruz believed with all her heart that Jesus shouldn’t wander far from her sight.At her small church she was the first to communion, confession and contrition.Her only sin, she knew of, was an…

  • From the Manger the Child Gazed

    From the Manger the Child Gazed

    Above the sky in the Bethlehem dark the Father noticed the child in the manger gazing up at his Father’s greatest creation.

  • Living With a Rusty Christ

    Living With a Rusty Christ

    The clean church Christ hangs on rusty nails, dozen-fold years denied a resurrection, tied to everlasting pain and death, heaven denied, mortal redemption denied because the flesh, existing between hope and despair, refuses the soul’s release.   The congregation is dead to peace, only knowing the scrapping of their knuckles on the smooth stone- dead…

  • Obituary of Her Last Memory

    Obituary of Her Last Memory

    Many say the last thing the dying see is the flap of dove wings or Jesus caressing their hair.   Her hallucinations were full of Him smiling at her, speaking words she could not understand.   And when I draped the blanket over her cold feet, crowned with the blue bruise of all her past…

  • Moms Save: A Poem

    Moms Save: A Poem

    When Jesus won’t Moms save. When Jesus won’t Moms forgive. When Jesus won’t Moms will walk through hell For their children. When you make It to heaven, Don’t thank Jesus, Thank your mom.