WONDER, POETRY FILE 2
Poetry Index
A...
ABOUT THE MAKING OF A FOOL
A CASTER OF BONES
A FREE COMING AND GOING
A LIVING VISION IN THE WINTER
A LONGING FROM SOME PART OF THE HEART
BEYOND THE CIRCLE OF SELF CONCERN
A NEW POEM TO GOD
ANOTHER
ENCOUNTER WITH A YOUNG ARCHETYPE
ANOTHER LOOK AT A LIFE'S CALL
ANOTHER POEM ON BECOMING THE POEM
A TRUE TREE SONG UNTO GOD
B....
BELL
TONES AND SUBTLE PAUSES
C...
CHILDREN ARE THE YOUNG LILIES
COMPLETE THE CIRCLE
COMPLETE THE CIRCLE, LORD OF CIRCLES
CONCERNING
POETRY
CONCERNING THE FALSE MYTH OF PROGRESS
D...
DAVID DANCED BEFORE THE LORD
E...
ECSTASY AND ILLUMINATION
F...
FORGIVE AND YOU SHALL BE FORGIVEN
G...
GOD AND US
GOD WANTS US TO EXERCISE OUR NAKEDNESS
I....
I HAVE A LITTLE ALIBI
(For Crazy Emily In Heaven)
IN A MAN'S LOVE A HOLY WOMAN IS SEEN
AS IN A WOMAN'S LOVE IS GLIMPSED THE MAN
IN
THE TEMPLE OF THE BRIDE
I PITY WOMEN
IT IS GOD'S OWN BEAUTY WHICH SHALL
SAVE THE WORLD
I WANT SPRINGTIME TO LEAP OUT
OF
ALL YOUNG PEOPLE'S EYES
L...
LIES AND ABERRATIONS
M...
MYTHS ARE DOORS
N...
NOTHING IS HIDDEN THAT SHALL NOT BE REVEALED
NOW EVEN THE HOLY SHALL BE USED FOR PROFIT
O...
ON BIBLICAL IMAGES OF GOD THAT GOT OVERLOOKED
BY REPRESSIVE, CELIBATE PRIEST
ON MUSICAL MOTIVES AND OTHER PURE THINGS
OUR AMERICAN YOUTH
P...
PONIES CAN PLAY
PURPOSE
AND MEANING, ETC.
R...
READING GOD'S BOOK
REFLECTIONS ON TALKS BY A RADICAL MONK
RENEWAL
ROOTS
S...
STEAM DRIVEN
T...
THE DEEPEST, OLDEST DEPTH
THE DURABLE ITEMS OF EPIPHANIES
THE END OF HELL
THE
HOLY CIRCLE
THE HOLY TREE
THE MAGICAL BLUE COW HOLDS UP ANOTHER MIRROR
THE NAKED MOVEMENT OF LIFE
THERE IS A SILVER ECSTASY
THERE
IS A WHITE BLAZE OF LIFE
TO WORSHIP IN THE BEAUTY OF HOLINESS
TO WRITE FROM THE DEEPEST CORE OF BEING
U...
UNLOCK OUR HEARTS
UPON
THE BIBLICAL FAIRY TALE OF REALITY
W...
WALKING WITH THE NAKED ONES
WE HAVE BEEN CAST INTO THE MILL OF GOD
WE MUST LISTEN TO THE EMERGENT
WE MUST MAKE THE WORDS OF GOD SING AGAIN!
WHAT A HOLY WONDER!
WHEN I TAKE MY IDENTITY
WHEN OUR WHOLE SOUL LOVES...
WHO HEARS THE VOICE OF GOD?
WITHIN GREEN BOARDERED PASTURES
WORDS UPON AWAKENING
Last Poem: A TRUE TREE SONG UNTO GOD
ECSTASY AND ILLUMINATION
To
rediscover the wonder of water
laughing in a high mountain stream
is a great ecstasy!
To find that same wonder
in dishwater
is a great
illumination.
CHILDREN ARE THE YOUNG LILIES
Children
are the young lilies
of God's lime green fields:
supple, bending
into living wind.
Each tender spirit
needs warm, loving hands
placed upon it,
each young, dreaming soul
needs
prayers
poured out over it
all night long.
The world, as it is,
teaches the mind various tricks
and many diversions.
Wonder
is ever in danger
of seeping away.
Only an astonishing touch of goodness
can bring the soul back
to let the children play...
And
every green, growing blade of grass
which awakens a mind
to the miracle... shall fight
to keep each young soul alive.
COMPLETE THE CIRCLE
Rip the veils of my heart,
God of glory,
that the hidden Shekinah
might shine forth!
Rip the hold of the unnatural life
which shuts you out.
Tear open the deep orfice in my core;
pour glory through
that your word might be satisfied.
And, complete the circle Lord,
gently lower me
into the humility of wonder
within the thankful place
where all is too good,
too magnificent for me,
as your light
softly radiates
throughout all created things.
Then I shall bear your water
to the thirsty child,
your
beams of love
into a battered home.
COMPLETE THE CIRCLE, LORD OF CIRCLES
Complete the circle, Lord of circles,
free me from the gravity
which has long enamored me,
blinding me back from new-born miracles.
When your movement reaches to the top
and all holds in tension there
--like
frozen angels in the air--
the motion of my growth has stopped,
until I make that vital choice
to drop my soul on the backside down
and make the circle spin around
into matter made of voice.
CONCERNING THE FALSE MYTH OF PROGRESS
No matter what the people say
there is no straight and
narrow way.
Once the gypsy fiddler's danced
through the spiritual labyrinth.
Then it's one step forward, three arrear,
and suddenly the way is clear.
REFLECTIONS ON TALKS BY A RADICAL MONK
1.
We need words that crack open the heart
and cast the wounded boy down
from
high places of influence and power.
With weeping and mask torn off,
he sinks into fertile mud.
With cries of grief he is revealed and embraced.
With
great Love he is welcomed home.
2.
A king is a man who doesn't care
that he is known as an outlaw
as long as his feet are on ancient paths
which wind through rivers of moonlight.
Dressed in rags,
the nobleman and the prophet
run on hunting paths
with wild dogs.
They are awakened by starlight
and sleep when the sun reaches
the apex of the sky.
3.
Young warriors are saved from dipping
their swords in the wrong blood
only by prophets and kings.
4.
Jesus was crucified by good men
with good intentions
to preserve their religion
in God's name.
5.
All the warm and comforting
must be forsaken
to find the warm and
comforting.
6.
A man of passion