Excerpts from AUBREY'S VIGIL - a novel by Brian Darnell

AUBREY'S VIGIL blog

Sunset ... and death

Sunset . . . and death

Sunset . . . and death is another day nearer
yet, tranquility in the twilight reigns.
My faith informs me I shall live forever.

Yes, trust in God may weave and waver
from doubting fears I've yet to tame,
(sunset . . . and death is another day nearer)

but, from the Source I'll be parted never,
(though earthly evidence disputes the claim,
my faith informs me I shall live forever).

From this realm soon my body severed;
my moon-like being doth crest and wane.
sunset . . . and death is another day nearer.

As keepers of fate pull upon the levers,
I wander down the green-lined lane.
My faith informs me I shall live forever.

The night's chill shan't taint my endeavors -
the left-off poem, the ungathered grain.
Sunset . . . and death is another day nearer
but, faith informs me I shall live forever.

                       

What God is not

What God is not                                                                                       

We’re to become dust, says my Lord.

The value of dust?  Next to nothing.

Lowly and compliant as a sandal print.  

Tramped on, kicked around, beaten down.

Jesus became dust – stripped and spat upon,

mocked and rejected, a carcass hanging from a nail,

far from God’s glory as a man could get.

To unite with God, apparently,

we must choose to become exactly

what God is not – a mote of dust,

(the perfect counterweight);

dust because God is immaculate;

because He is majestic, singular;

because God is dynamic, creative, alive!

To unite, o seeker, with the living

God Eternal, we must choose to die

beyond any hope

of resurrection or salvation.

O child of God, from your dust-clotted throat

sing now, sing – we are not we but one.