Kneeling to Nothing

Am I using all my God-given talents?

You know, the body, the mind and the soul;

 

Am I seeking to keep the perspective

Seeing everything as part of a whole?

 

Not leaning too much to one facet

Or avoiding that which doesn’t make sense;

 

Am I straining to forget the future and the past

And living too much in the present tense?

 

Nothing lasts forever!

So why is not nothing sanctified?

 

Why it is because it is transient and silly,

You know, that which has withered and died.

 

Oh, I see the cause for avoidance,

Profanity has greater appeal;

 

It puffs ourselves up and it feeds what is pride

And it keeps us from having to kneel.

2012.03.31.1100 ©

Not So Alone

Life, itself, without some comfort is so scary

I am all alone and all alone must parry

What the world and the Unknown would have me carry

On my shoulders, on my back and in my head.

 

So I travel round the places I have been

And I cling to what I’ve heard and what I’ve seen

Till the end from everything I must be weaned

And I find what is alive and what is dead.

 

Should I cower in the corner or take courage

From a faith, a hope, a love that I can share?

Can I step into the dark that does disparage

All the folly that my pride did choose to dare?

 

Yes, the end will have me naked and so humble

Like the Garden or the womb that I forgot

So I pray that all I am will never crumble

To the forces where I’ll find that I am not.

2012.03.28.0900 ©

Suffer Not the Children

What topic is taboo for the sensitivities of you

Who would censurize the view

From the heights to which you flew?

 

So we must watch our p’s and q’s

And we must not and we must do

Even though we have not a clue of the Truth.

 

And then you take to make control a fate complete

As you would choose your point to bring it home and beat

Upon my head, my heart, my back, my soul or seat

In terms my being cannot long in time refute.

 

So I become like you a lost and weary human

Who does not know the journey home for the humble true man

And must begin to think alone himself an island

Where the Spirit becomes stultified and mute.

2012.03.28.0700 ©

March 27 John Damescene

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On the feast day of John Damescene (December 4) (Greek Rite) we began ourpilgrimage.com

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Let us on this, his feast day (March 27) (Latin rite), so too bless the inception of these pages with his name.

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“Show me the icons that you venerate, that I may be able to understand your faith”

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