The idea that one can keep the world
in the Dark about anything is ludicrous;
a sport intended as jest; staged play
better for an audience to enjoy,
rather than a subject dimly guessed
or hard pressed to discover.
Light is always shining and will conquer
all purposes when each secret intention
is blessed for all to see. Yes,
keep it close, alone is best,
but to the Light keep it confessed.
2018.0701.0433
What moment am I escaping?
Which moment am I rushing toward?
What ship am I disembarking?
Which train am I climbing aboard?
Whatever it is, for the moment,
I am seeking my g-od and my lord.
But, no sweat, it will always be alone
unless you and I find a chord that is a part
of a metaphysical song which over all of us
has been graciously poured, like the blood of the Lamb;
like an enchanting word that will be for all of us
the way, the tao, the holy, the how, the zen,
the listening, the listening, the listening
for an eternal voice from some distant, silent shore.
2018.0603.1959
Am I asking for this dialogue that is unfolding in my head;
in the situations between the players both within and without my bed?
How about the dancing partners throughout the seasons to which I am wed?
In each case, I am being asked only to be patient, kind and grace-full.
I would be waste-full if I threw away any one of these given to me;
each one is the moment of my encounter with our Go-d G-od Eternity,
which I am asked to learn to appreciate so at the hour of death
I might see It again most clearly.
So, I embrace you all my loving consorts, albeit peripherally;
and I am forever the wanderer where I remain alone and
yours sincerely, prayerfully.
2018.0602.0602
Not worth it, the price of summer; too crazy
for the likes of my soul; the madness and
the mania of living there
has taken on the image of Sheol;
bodies separated from spirits and
spirits without bodies as well;
the pain and the suffering of the lot of us all,
the experience of Hades and Hell.
My word is seeking refuge in some salvation
more than the likes to which mortal flesh fell;
life everlasting in peaceful resignation
to the G-od with a design eternal;
light in the darkness,
reason-fed enchantment,
the message of Jesus, pray tell?
2018.0601.0001
Has my life become a prison?
Have I forgotten
what it (really) means to be (really) free?
To experience the helpless, trusting child,
who is somewhere deep inside of me;
the quiet place that is so scary alone and
totally dependent on some other,
naturally, automatically, like
the child and the animals and the saints;
unless one was orphaned early,
like the other brother,
never in love or
living too long in the world of the senses
phenomeno-logically;
eschato-logically naive and
onto-logically ignorant.
2018.0508.0811
Hold tight in the night to the rite of
holy communion with the mystery of
the dark and the light
from the side that is harder to see
than the life filled with the sight of
the people gathered together all around us
in a site too far from the home
which is closer to Alone
in the ‘quiet of me’.
2018.0402.0054
There is something about getting lost in an order
greater than any that I can imagine,
like nature or the heavenly bodies or
work or death or a weather storm or
a spiritual family. Yes,
these are great and wonderful
by the moment or
by the hour or the day;
but when that rhythm
becomes a part of the consciousness,
such that each time it is experienced,
it is welcomed,
it is embraced and
it is remembered as
that for which the soul within
longs and there where I am
at once enchanted and saddened;
enchanted that it is mine for a moment;
saddened because that consciousness cannot stay,
except with some faith,
where I am re-assured
that it will be mine when
I am able and permitted to die to it,
such that Its peace can be present forever.
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