Weakly

Who do I say I love
When I say “I love you, my God”?
What kind of force
or Being or less
Are you my God?
Weakly
Faintly
You draw me, you call
Without power
Without strength
But in love, You are Love!
And I am on to you!
I am on to you!
I am on to you!
You’re love.  I am on to you.

A fragment

…a fragment of a 19th century German poem,
How should I name the Most High? A god doesn’t love what doesn’t fit,
And to grab onto this little fragment, our own joy would be too small.
We must then, mainly, keep silent; names for god are lacking.
Heart’s beat and yet speech remains behind?

My Favorite Reading from 2008

Ten books this year that I found worthwhile and inspirational…
While I do not agree with all the conclusions that the various authors come to (if they come to one at all), I was challenged by each of their perspectives and offerings.
These books were both prescriptive towards a new reality in my life, and descriptive of [...]

Early Morning Hymnal

  I’ve been starting my mornings and then continuing my days with poetry. Poems tend to hint at things that can’t be seen straight on.  They elucidate the hazy feeling of Being.  I for one struggle through them, feeling confined by their lines, symmetry, and schemes; only to be opened up to another world in reflection. Here are [...]

a song

naked, poor I come to u. casting all my cares on u. master, won’t u teach me your ways? wretched, blind I run to u. pressing on towards knowing u. master won’t u teach me your ways?
take me on! take me on! i gladly lay down my life–following u.
touch [...]

words and silence

Words
Divine Creative
Conspiring, Imagining, Liberating
Incarnate activity numbly paralyzed
self-satisfying mummifying miming
mute ignorance
Silence

Last thought of the day…

Mystery
unseeable Song
crescendoing anthems rise
leaving me punched silent
clouded.

The Artist Heart

God is an artist…that’s almost needless to say…
It is increasingly common to hear that we, being created in the image of a creator, are also artists…
But try telling that to an accountant at Price Waterhouse Cooper who sees nothing artistic in his job (which is truly JUST a job–he’s equally passionless about numbers as he [...]

Just As

just as your hand closes around on mine
and the words come like backfires of a cold ignition
just as I thought I saw an arrow–did you
run away?
it’s our daughters and sons bleeding again
singing out their pirate anthems of Mercy and Justice and and and and
something more! Something more than this…
The democratic Temples aching for relief, the [...]