PRESSURE
There used to be a sense of prayer
In the silence; and in the stillness,
A quiet and a peace.
Now the voices and the duties and
The obligations are there
And the babble and the madness won’t cease;
But I must move forward
Into the cacophony
Though my mind is not up to the task;
Time does not slow down or stop
For anyone;
And one can never rest in reverie
Or look back.
I can only pray that God is in the tumult,
I can remember the peace and
And the way back I can track.
2014.03.22.0700 ©
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HANDY PRESENT
I cannot go back!
I cannot go forward!
I cannot stay where I am!
I have no life within me;
I have lost my human stand;
All I can do is cling to eternity;
And rest in its spiritual hand.
2014.03.22.1400 ©
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NOTHING IS BOLD
I must quickly get a few thoughts on the page
Before my self-awareness shuts me out or
My rhyme shuts me in;
The tightrope and the balance
Belong to the Spirit, to the muse.
Otherwise I amuse myself;
And once I begin to like what I see
And to hear what I like
I look on too much and
I lose the necessary freedom, the flow.
How often does that happen?
How does it happen?
Like procreation,
Life will have its way, its say
Always in the end;
I can either die and bow
To its glory and grace or
Flow with the current
Where my soul can embrace its power.
When I am touched by humility
The Eternal can see through me;
When I am blind
Eternity can humbly find
Its reflection in its creation
And lose touch for a few moments
With the sublime.
Time has no hold on creation;
I have no place that I can hold;
Creation will flourish into forever;
I cannot make anything be bold.
2014.03.22.2000 ©
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SOUL WATCH
The day must have its say sometimes
While I lay quiet before creation;
Nothing lifts the spirit
To bow before its might;
Blindness lights the fires of faith
Until night gives the reassurance
That the battle was not waged in vain.
The same magnificat can be a daily evensong;
The same God rules the dark as the day
And marks the flow as seen from Eternity’s view.
Hark!
The watch begins counting
From the silent stillness of twilight
Winding the heart and the mind
Around a sacred soul;
Sitting in wait
For the return of the light.
2014.03.22.2000 ©
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HEARING CLEARLY
No matter what we do life gets the best of us;
Yet some fret and strut more than the rest;
And the life that is calling to the answers that we give
Is the life that in the end becomes the test.
Can I hear the quiet, holy, whispered query?
Or am I driven by the mad parade
Of mortal smiles and tears?
No worry!
It will all be the same for everyone
When the life that really matters
Clearly nears.
2014.03.22.2100 ©
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