Saturday, July 26, 2014

Synonymous with mercy

Synonymous with mercy                                                                         

I’m saying Your name more lately –
a name synonymous with mercy.

You advocate measures I dare not undertake.
Point in directions I dare not go.

I say Your name because
I have not yet become Your slave.

I’m a loose cannon; I hide and loiter
in the wilds beyond Your gate,  

without the courage or strength to commit myself
to Your discipline and Your cause.

I say Your name, indulge in Your mercy and wait,
in fervent good faith, for my own timely, fragrant ripening.

O child of God, repeat His name devoutly.
Mercy is what you are after.

Light and lofty

Light and lofty

The linnet bird touts
its high wire wisdom

without contention, knowing
not enough to be consequential -

a statement of conditions,
not a song of complaint or praise.

Brilliant, this moment of sunlight
in the glen on its warm

feathered, bird-boned back,
a smidgen of bliss

far as the breeze will carry.
How light and lofty

to be inconsequential,
above all, in God's corner

singing in, of and for the blue sky
and the wide green world

not one qualified, discordant,
contestable note.

O child of God, trade in your intuitive discernment
for the clean abandonment of not-knowing.

                           

Saturday, July 19, 2014

A thunderous commitment

A thunderous commitment                                                                     

You didn’t observe silence
so much as drop speech –

emerging from the Jhopdi one morning
to go scrupulously about Your business

without the accoutrement of words.
Brabazon said You were

the personification of God’s silence
which has labored and endured

intrinsically since time began. 
You stopped speaking and where speech

would seem essential, carried on without it,
Your silence becoming an oddity to most

and a thunderous commitment to others –
a statement of a sort –

delving deeper into the scheme of things
than human expression would allow.

O child of God, the mystery of His silence
is the everyday mystery of existence.