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In Silence You Scream

In Poetry on January 21, 2010 at 9:30 am

In silence you scream

Your heart rages against those closest

How much more does your heart

Rage against the One?

How do you engage a raging man?

Do you gain his trust by force?

It is by desire that man must approach

Peace with the One.

a poem

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The Lotus-Eaters

In Poetry on October 22, 2009 at 8:00 pm

I woke up this last week with the name ‘Tennyson’ on my mind.  After reading over several of Lord Alfred Tennyson’s poems, I came across this gem.  I found the poem more interesting while reading it aloud.  Check out the language; can you relate to being lulled into indifference, apathy and complacency?

The Lotus-Eaters

“Courage!” he said, and pointed toward the land,
“This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.”
In the afternoon they came unto a land
In which it seemed always afternoon.
All round the coast the languid air did swoon,
Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
Full-faced above the valley stood the moon;
And like a downward smoke, the slender stream
Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. Read the rest of this entry »

Fresh Wind

In Poetry on January 27, 2009 at 11:34 am

Today, new gust of possibility.
Turning toward the hard feedback,
I notice a newness around me.
Unattended responsibility
Disconnected feedback, reconnected
Fluid, finding, opening to light
Wide open spaces,
Flooded with care and hope.

Piercing, I saw their looks
Penetrating deep beyond all
Focused insulation
Thick layer punctured, bled out

Still open resource ever in.
Concrete sounds and stories
Nourishing fuel, rebirthed
Charting out fresh wind in my face
Lungs withstand the splash and force

Made new
Flowing
Re-emerging
Investing

Amazing Grace

In Poetry on October 1, 2008 at 6:55 am

Bumping up against,
coming face-to-face with,
confronting head-on
Ideas – Strongholds

Ideas that the majority of people believe
Ideas that lead to the oppression of the weak
The exploitation of the invisible
Injustice toward our brothers.

When we’ve stood long and firm in battle
God will make our cause known
Many will rejoice as the oppression has been lifted.
And hearts, in freedom, are given.

Son Song

In Poetry on July 2, 2008 at 12:40 am

Father

To have felt the pain of a father, whose son has turned his back.
Feeling the gaze of those before you.  You must choose, but you do not like it.
I cannot make his decisions for him, for he is not mine.
And yet he was from birth, under my care and protection.
Now, he chooses on his own.  How to bridge the gap.

I want him to know of the danger and take the right path.
He will be wounded as I must see.  But he will learn.
For I cannot change him on my own.  I have tried to no avail.
His ways are stubborn, just as my own; experience neglected prevents sound decisions.  Only by choosing, can he know.  Oh but to spare pain.  His and my own.

Mother

And mother with tears and loyalty does not disregard.
The cry of the son to have his own freedom and decisions.
Many have been my ways, to sway him to my sight.
But he presses on to live on his own; autonomous and cold.
I hate and I love; conflicted, I am in paradox.
To nuture is to hold, but to free is to release.  Does he not need both?

So sweet you were, when I first took up your care.
Your playfulness did not seem like indiscretion.
I fear for your harm.  And I fear for mine too.  I could not bear your loss.
Where in heaven is this sweet voice sung.  To reason without God.
In reason I received you and in reason I must release you.

Son

What others have despised as decadent, I loose to call living.
Some have called this license, but I say I must truly know.
And when I have been wayward, some would not permit it.
Others have waited in patient prayer; knowing the inevitable.
Full of peace and power, these have purposed a time such as this.

Attractive are they that live without restriction.
In power prevail against obstructions and strongholds.
But, I do not have this; discipline in rank.
Who can I trust; to look up to; to emulate with abandon?
I have been cut and included to be remembered and valued.

Sojourner

And the symphony of others proclaims that he faces many dangers.
But, we also believe him to be equal to the dangers!
And he shall not fail, for he is more noble now than ever before.
Under me, he is not free.  But one day I hope to walk by his side.
And our fear for him shall be kept in our prayers, before our Lord’s throne.