Sunday, April 21, 2013
To what shall I liken your love?
Still as silent water
Stretched in sleep beneath your trees,
Reflecting sky and forest shadows,
Filled with life, fish and water fowl,
Insect and all pond dependent life.
Nesting birds enjoy your love
From generation to generation.
Supple as the bending reed and strong
As the weeping willow is strong,
soft as downy chicks,
Woven and soaked into the fabric
Scaffolding and soft warm flesh and skin
Of all you have made.
This one love begins and ends with you.
We are born to enter in.
Loves we have derived from your one love,
But they are false and lead to death,
An immitation that cannot sustain the part,
That offer plastic chiton and exoskeleton,
sharp edges and corners,
Stone pride, slashing hate, burning anger,
For the sinusoidal,
curvacious beauty only your love has made.
Nuturing love, naturally from you,
It is who you are, making us thankful,
Who you are,
Making you vulnerable
To our twisted borrowings,
Our killing derivitives.
You chose that route,
Our love crossed you,
But you are the greater love,
Stronger than death.
We watched you rise
From our sorry grave,
Rise and rise
As your tsunami
Swept the world.
You say you will return.
In whose love
Will you find us living then?
Monday, April 1, 2013
I can read and write, but first mind is dark,
So small my God in my understanding
Among the destination stars that mark
The night sky, crowded with angels landing
And ascending in casual traffic,
Intergalactic guardians intent
On serving Him, everywhere the graphic
Cross symbol raised for those who will repent,
Enter the mysterium of power,
Resonating, irresistible love,
That word again, for this love doth flower
Galaxies from atoms, from couples, trove
Human populations whose swift wheels turn
By resurrection loves renewing burn.