Cliché

Degrading the sacred to silly,
Worse than bland, a hundred descents
Uglier than mediocre. You are
The nemesis of beauty,
Veiling crisp clarity.

Revolting! the stench of your perfume -
Repugnant attempt to mask
Your rot and decay.
Facade of sympathy and wisdom,
Poisoning our wounds,
Mocking our passion.

We the Susceptible, the Gullible...
The Lazy.
Building and travelling your roads,
On which we then succumb to sleep.

Only Hope can wake us to fight you.

8.25,26.13

Deep, long, these notes that
Resound through and beyond all time.
Can you hear it?
The chords, the cords,
Binding all the suns,
Weaving all that is -
No molecule untouched by its waves...
Pulsing sound waves
Igniting what wasn't.
Life bursts forth -
Explosions in the void.
Oratorio unparalleled,
Its energy generating light.
Music of terrifying beauty -
Sound so strong it could
Tear apart the universe,
Reverberating through souls in
Awesome gentleness.
Polyphony of all creation
Now singing back to
This richest of all noises.
My ears are deaf no more
To this, my Father's Voice.

Part IV

My distant invader,
Your skin the intoxicant.
Mere knowledge of
Your existence sends emotion
     Through my veins.
Your hands are fire,
     And I long for your touch -
     Warm... burning.
Your voice is water,
     With its beauty and gentleness -
     Refreshing... and powerful.
Your body is solid and here,
But your movement is wind.
And even in your presence
I wonder where you are.

7.30.13

How gentle and quiet this power, how peaceful!
                                        Stronger than anything.
What is this? The greatest,
          Most moving of all songs -
                    Not raucous, not loud this sound.
                                        Stronger than anything.
And how can this great light,
                    So full, brightest of all,
          Take blind eyes and open them,
                    Blind them to see
                              Only You, everywhere,
                                        Stronger than anything.

6.26.13

You.
Spoken. Hidden. Hurt. Trying.
Perceptions, hope, eyes.
Time-constrained
Breathing, moving,
Soulbeat.

You.
You are outside of Me.
You are not Me.
But through the occurrence of
Communicating the opposite
Is discovered.
Pushing, pulling to move reality;
Striving to get
Needs met.
We the unseeing,
Unwilling
To accept the spoken invisible -
The sole healing... The soul healing.
"I can do it myself;
I have to and I will"-
Our voices lost in the wind,
                                 In the noise,
                                           In the void...
But we need not fear capsizing,
For already we are sunk.
And only the Breath who first breathed us alive
Can again fill our lungs and
Rebirth Us.

6.16.13

Practice.
Methodical this breathing;
This strange air -
Somehow it is faithfulness.
Day by day wondering,
Hoping, longing...
Spirit weeps,
Spirit groans,
Spirit sows,
Spirit persists.

6.10.13

All my air is in that place;
All my air is there and
My lungs sleep here, waiting
To return.
My breath is stolen -
Remaining, remaining where my heart is.
I, so unknown in my present
Though now
          Solid in love where I've been.

5.29.13

In this airless chaos storm
Blindly cling to life.
Recklessly holding my
Unspoken transaction,
Trusting that hope will re-appear.
And so,
          So slowly,
                        So slowly it begins like
A few raindrops in the dust.

In Retrospect

What unanticipated wonder
That you could open my heart so!
I, never before knowing
That I could love so strong.
Suddenly, finally, all the stories make sense,
Like I'm waking up.
I'm waking up.

How is it that you tear my heart
And make it glow
For the first time?
So many years,
Yet this now the beginning.
Cold, never-alive
Corpse thaws and
In miraculous moment, breathes.

At your touch, my heart pulses with life,
Yet your presence is not the constant one.
For you are human,
My distant invader.

5.19.13

These tectonic plates
Of my life, my world
Changing, shifting
Of routines and feelings
Of work and location
Of people and belonging.

Friction, scraping, gouging
Transitioning my lows and highs
Pushing, piercing my lungs from behind
I gasp to breathe
And my soul quivers in Your hand.