~Don’t be a hypocrite. If you wish others to be open minded, open your own mind.~
1 Thessalonians 5:21 NASB
“Love is as strong as death, Jealousy as cruel as the grave; Its flames are flames of fire, A most vehement flame.” Song of Solomon 8:6
Stale unwanted essence
Seeping grimy through these ribs
Even thoughts are ghostly fingers
Where the worm eats out the core
Of rotten embers
Shake it free
The rotten ember
All the stale unwanted grease
Burn the shadows
Burn the shadows
Jealousy is a cruel disease
What if poets are prophets–the mouthpiece of gods?
And the songwriter pens as a spirit nods
To the beat of a rhythm from other worlds
In the womb of creation beyond
Is all art but the cry of a mockingbird
To a song that the heavens have sung?
Can a man be the author or merely a channel
Through which other authorship runs?
What if we are but moons to a brighter sun
And our boasted inventions are borrowed ones?
Who can say as new melody bursts on the mind
My ears are the first to have heard
If some things we imagine we’ve fashioned ourselves
Are but morsels passed down to mere men
We’ll forever be echoing songs they have sung
And thinking their thoughts after them
Over the course of perhaps two years, the seasons (like my life) waxed and waned with inscrutable contradiction. It had remained warm throughout the winter that year, only to turn cold in the spring.
As occurs with many things, time at last revealed answers to the unanswered—another painful mercy. Yet for so long, it would remain no more than wistful memory.
I came here to remember love
The hillside meadow lane
To hillside meadow, I have come again
For I remember love
It was just here I slipped from shoes
And ran beneath his gaze
It’s overgrown now
Overgrown with weeds
But soft as vapor then
Like every glance
My hands plunge deeper
As the cold expands within
Beyond my pockets
It was warm then
But the season had to pass
My thoughts fly through that day
The cautious carefree moment
Here we bowed
And here the sun set
On our lengthy earnest plea
A prayer unanswered
Not a prayer denied or lost
Like winter’s warmth
And springtime’s chill this year
Came not to question
But to reminisce
With grateful aching thoughts
And in the solitude of silence
Let my soul remember love
It was one of those balmy southern afternoons, when sprawled in the park with my face to the sky, this piece of free verse was inspired.
My drifting mind and glutted senses turned as they often do, to somewhat ontological musings (for lack of a better term). And in spite of my finite bewilderment, these settled deeper and farther beyond the realm of the observed.
They are concepts and subjects so common, even reduced to cliche, yet it is the naked essence of these realities that boggle the pensive mind. And at the end of all analysis, one continues to simply sit in speechless awe amid a myriad unanswered questions which in such cases, somehow make faith more beautiful.
Full of inadequacy
Full of meaning
What is prayer
When words are failing?
And my longing
Drinking in the atmosphere
The atmosphere, so near
Here am I
All solitary now
And contemplating clouds
I feel my nothingness
You left it all
And came for me
But what is heaven?
You cannot grasp
You cannot fathom
Speaks of Love
So deep, so strong
Oh, what is love?
So far away
You dwell within
Oh, what is God?
I cannot know
I long to know
You are of earth and blood, dear friend
I am the sea and sky
Two worlds within a universe
One spirit and one light
How in this vast expanding dark
Did you and I collide?
With stars and dust and fire burst
You, beautiful surprise
You pulled me down like gravity
Your energy is mine
I found no road to run away
I had no will to try
Yet how could earth and sky be one?
The universe forbids
She snatches every wish away
Behind my dreaming lids
For forces far beyond my know
United long ago
To bring this fleeting dream to its
Now earth gives way beneath my tread
And blood is running cold
I find no place to rest my stand
No grasp, and no foothold
The earth will soon forget the sky
It never fails to mend
The sea will bleed her gallons dry
Yet surge to life again
So lay your earth and blood to rest
In other arms of flesh
I’ll hold only the memory
of short-lived happiness
Then go your way without regret
I’ll only bear the scars
Sail on the Milky Way
And leave me buried in the stars