Tuesday, December 3, 2013
There are times,
Weary of the wear,
The mileage of the soul,
Hollow is the stare,
There are days,
The unraveling of spirit,
Mounds of malaise.
There is one,
Who is of our own,
The fullness of all beauty,
The dark we have sown,
Pierced and undone.
There is a love,
Mends a bruised reed,
The ending of our endings,
This succor and feed,
We in such need of.
There is salvation,
Smoking wick attended,
The truth of what we long for,
Pain and joys ascended,
A beautiful translation.
"A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out." Matthew 12:20.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
I wonder as I wander out under the sky, (1)
That I live this life at this time in my life,
The sunrise meets eyes -- gleams numinous,
Each leaf and each form burns luminous,
And in a world molded in sorrow and strife,
I wander wondering, beloved below sky.
I wonder --advent, "in the bleak mid-winter," (2)
That I breathe aurora's air with baited breath,
Angels of my nature shuffle in new formation,
Amity and charity in a surprising incarnation,
And in a world haunted by the shadow of death,
I, strangely warmed amid the winds of winter.
I wonder at the morn, "like the first morning" (3)
That crusty eyes blink at first the blush of sun,
That I be basking in light and love undeserved,
Enthralled with Renita in a dance unreserved,
And though life is of tears, this day has begun,
"Morning has Broken, like the first morning." (4)
Awake my love,
Wander with me,
Wonder with me,
In this new morn.
1. I Wonder as I Wander, by John Jacob Niles
2. In the Bleak Midwinter by Christina Rossetti
3. Morning Has Broken by Eleanor Farjeon4. Morning Has Broken by Eleanor Farjeon
Saturday, November 2, 2013
Every lovely place and every lovely dream,
A negative of contrast to what is daily seen,
The fracture that is at the heart of everything,
Inweaves as every heart knows the bitter sting,
Lo, even in eyes that show the heart of love,
A sorrow will befall the sight of a fallen dove.
Revealed in moonlight calls of midnight howl,
As dancers falter, though they be cheek by jowl,
The very crack that allowed light to flood within,
The fault where seeps the sound of dark chagrin,
Lo, even in ears that bend towards the beloved,
A chord is pulled tethered to feeling so unloved.
There is a wincing, when a heart is pricked in pain,
The fear of loss a darkness marked by bitter stain,
When the sweetness of fellowship is sore eclipsed.
A gaze to distant hills, and sight firmly transfixed.
Lo, once more,the music that echoes in the spheres,
A touch again, like spit to eyes, and my vision clears.
In wonder at the angels of your nature taking flight,
And I pulled in as they wing to precipitous height,
You and I, our humanity, caught up in redemption,
As Love each day writes the story of our salvation,
Lo, in dark places this something beautiful emerges,
Shaping our true selves as love's hot alchemy purges.
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Homeless when it comes to home,
These eyes avert the gaze of love,
And love Divine, seemed n'er mine,
Vagabond below skies, fair and foul,
And soulless flesh, fit for the loam.
A candle behind glass, and a voice.
These eyes angling up in their orbs,
The warmth within, to this has-been,
Like warm bread to hungry senses,
Remembering the power of choice.
Soft hand extends with a beckoning,
These eyes squint the welcome lustre,
Surprising trust, as this soul adjusts,
Welcomed before the crackling hearth,
Tender a new love's strange leavening.
Safe arms support this wobbly frame,
These eyes blinking in watery focus,
Clownish steps, charity does perplex,
What is this frightful positive regard,
And this sweet calling of my name?
Day unto day of love's sweet melody,
These eyes kindled like a nascent star,
Gazing at the face, of one Renita Grace,
Forlorn no more, in the house of love,
Two metamorph in love's hot alchemy.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
In the witching hours,
As I lay upon my bed,
You waltz in my head,
Enchantment in the heart,
Amour's ardor is an art,
It's mastery will be ours.
In the waning midnight,
Love's embers quell the dark,
In your world will I embark,
Journey, I know not whence,
Love's nectar, my recompense,
My healing and my delight.
In the pale auroral dawning,
The sun silhouettes a visage,
Unveiling Imago Dei; an image,
Fixing the gaze of a vagabond,
Arise my soul, over and yond,
The heart of your new belonging.
In the warming morning hues,
Emerald shines Sol's early morn,
With a kiss of life, I am reborn.
Breath of life within my lungs,
Words of verse in holy tongues,
Communion with my sacral muse.
Saturday, September 7, 2013
In the presence of the Holy,
I can feel my skin contract,
Remembering my every lack,
Shutting out the morning star,
In darkest dark did I mar,
One life lost in melancholy.
In the presence of the Sacred,
Cowering naked and afraid,
In the coldness of the shade,
Shutting out the healing song,
Hiding from that which I long,
One life in darkness captured.
In the presence of the Dying,
Cold silver burning in my palm,
Cold sinner desperate for a balm,
Lashed, gory, crimsoned bloody,
"Take and eat this bread my body."
One life ends its every striving.
In the presence of the Resurrected,
The Son of man with hair of silver,
His embrace makes of me a believer,
Chains tumble from hands and feet,
Face and knees rise from the peat
One life, once desperate and dejected,
Unto it's Lord.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Eyes open to a day — day upon day,
Open to endless deep midnight,
Warmth seeped from the marrow,
Cold-silent — a fallen sparrow,
One who has given up the fight,
Ready for the coup-de-grace, I lay.
Life of walking among the tombs,
'Til hearing the calling of my name,
While memories like dreams congeal,
Until again they become quite real,
The call unfolds my crumpled frame,
Strangely moved from the catacombs.
In auroral light — voice on the wind,
A word of hope, a spirit of fondness,
This love evoked across the world;
Hobble as I wholehearted — hurled
Sweetly in the arms of lovingkindness,
Reborn, and now joyfully entwined.
Her heart as clear as wintry crystal,
Her mind as strong as tempered steel,
Her soul as whole as bread and wine,
To eat and drink this love, this sign,
I — a man, learning again to kneel,
Renita is Grace and living is sacral.