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Tuesday, April 30, 2013
*The only face I see of God is the face of another human being.
two musings
first
the half-moon through quartered blinds
appear at once dark and half-divided
dark and subdivided into potions of light
through open shutters and quartered blinds
i watch the movement of the night
and through the night, the day of light
this is what one does if one cares
to nurture light
and be brightened through the fading night
second
Jerry advised
wear the prayer shawl while seeking
and your midwife's hands creating
let it be a tent you wear to art
welcoming guests and feeding them
the Holy will speak through a fire in your heart
the Silence at the core of things
will be the voice guiding what you see
channeling the fire trembling in your hands
two musings
first
the half-moon through quartered blinds
appear at once dark and half-divided
dark and subdivided into potions of light
through open shutters and quartered blinds
i watch the movement of the night
and through the night, the day of light
this is what one does if one cares
to nurture light
and be brightened through the fading night
second
Jerry advised
wear the prayer shawl while seeking
and your midwife's hands creating
let it be a tent you wear to art
welcoming guests and feeding them
the Holy will speak through a fire in your heart
the Silence at the core of things
will be the voice guiding what you see
channeling the fire trembling in your hands
Monday, April 29, 2013
Song on the theme of "Empty"
Traumatized by the violence
mesmerized into silence
the Woman is shaken free of words
her memory can't escape
She stares at the blank walls with empty purse
no money in hand
The bare box traps some wayward light
beaming 'cross her back in grey
Where's her angel as she grasps a bar?
Her angel stands beneath her vision
circling clouds rising as smoke
floating at angles moving upward
What is she to do but step up, then down
hoping that a door might creek
or someone hear her cold feet shuffling
searching for some word to wake?
Her pent-up walls define her space
but she can't see
just sing for what's not there
Her vision's empty as her song is empty
and every pierce of music is empty
like her life is empty
recoiling like a frightened snake
Her angel floats 'tween cloud and cloud
sullen like a sunken ship
rotting and holding ghosts in the muck
What's she to do with an empty purse
but spend the contents on who she ain't
then let go and await her fall
and sing a song to redeem her soul?
Traumatized by the violence
mesmerized into silence
the Woman is shaken free of words
her memory can't escape
She stares at the blank walls with empty purse
no money in hand
The bare box traps some wayward light
beaming 'cross her back in grey
Where's her angel as she grasps a bar?
Her angel stands beneath her vision
circling clouds rising as smoke
floating at angles moving upward
What is she to do but step up, then down
hoping that a door might creek
or someone hear her cold feet shuffling
searching for some word to wake?
Her pent-up walls define her space
but she can't see
just sing for what's not there
Her vision's empty as her song is empty
and every pierce of music is empty
like her life is empty
recoiling like a frightened snake
Her angel floats 'tween cloud and cloud
sullen like a sunken ship
rotting and holding ghosts in the muck
What's she to do with an empty purse
but spend the contents on who she ain't
then let go and await her fall
and sing a song to redeem her soul?
Sunday, April 28, 2013
*Sometimes, I am the first eucharist that another eats on their way to Jesus.
*We all can speak as if we're innocent yet we all are guilty.
*When the parousia happens, there will be Somebody cleaning up the shit.
*Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
-Samuel Beckett
*Is it You I want or some image or idea of You?
*We all can speak as if we're innocent yet we all are guilty.
*When the parousia happens, there will be Somebody cleaning up the shit.
*Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
-Samuel Beckett
*Is it You I want or some image or idea of You?
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