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I want the love of God
pervade my life
Teresa had it
when she sought sacred ecstasy
as if to rise
with God
wings lent from angels
in
the revelation moments
and
then to come down to mortal living
for the nonce
yet with holy meaning
in the hours
and could I live with God
that way
if less
if domestically
to have earned presence somehow
through apartment living in
small towns
in such
plain hours
and a less-than-regular
me
hoping for more
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a wing and a prayer
(2 poems)
marathon magic movies
I wish I were a wizard
a good one
as in
good at it
I could change the things
that frustrate me
and are
only things
the things that
do not fit
the things with
parts
that do not work
so well
as they did
once
or I could make
new things
out of unused molecules
of things
that broke
and-or I gave up on
a while ago
a wizard
for convenience
though
maybe I’d have to
pick my sides
as well
though it seems
that wizards often
stood between them all
to force and even host
negotiation
then
once all was done
return
like Cincinnatus to the farm
rather to the cave
to rest
and learn some more
of magic in the world
and the world
itself
perhaps
for which
the magic serves
obviously spiritual
do I want to say
something
obviously spiritual
always
thought it always seems
to come with
something secular
as well
and that’s because
I am here
while you are there
(and here)
and your host moves
in between
what do you say
what does love say
why can’t I
serve these all
the time
doubtlessly
with only a little more
than what I have
and what I am
and this
prevaricates
this elongated pause
while at the edge of things
that wait
even indifferently
for my
participation
the world waits
in emptiness
and need
and with too much of it
held hostage by too few
behind the gates
of hell
that we are told
cannot prevail
against
our own rock
our body in the faith
that set on it
these gates
even with those
who push from the inside
cannot
shall not
stand
wow
all this from me
and those like me
have faith
and share in faith
to love actively
and maybe not much more
which is
Herculean
beyond classic labors
that shall
tell a new story
a second set
of revelations
as it were
so I believe
and sit with those
who believe
then we shall stand
and nothing bad
what has chosen to be evil
shall prevail
but at the last shall hide
and have its final
bastions
thrown apart
by faith
togetherness
and love
which sounds simplistic
to be simple
but there it is
like Jesus
or another Lord
accessible
by anyone
no secrets
or secret knowledge
simply
believe
together
and together
love
and though it’s not
the most important thing
well
to win
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(x = space)
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As It Is on Earth
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I don’t know what I have
If I have
Anything
For me
And then for you
x
You might be first
But something about me must
Be satisfied
Or nothing travels
x
Something that could sound
Like a song
But must have sound
Regardless
In a shape that serves
And something of the world
Inside
The world and the inside
Where we live
x
Forgive me
Then
The lateness in the hour
Or anything that’s late
In getting to you
Though we have no schedule
I know
We know
And do our best
To post in blogs
Like bags of mail for ponies
Or task the runner
As at Marathon
x
We send
Receive
Respond
Then send again
It’s all a process
It’s a circle
Sacred
Called by some
And why not
Our gods as known
Believed
Walking like the
Lord
Or maybe
Gasp
Tash
Arrived
x
And in the interaction
All of us
In equal space
If not location
And for accountability
Well
Something holy happens
That is human
Set aside
As well as visitors
To take part
And approve
x
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The Last Battle by C. S. Lewis is referenced.
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(x = space)
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Stellar Navigation
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Rituals
We’ve had a lot of them
My ritual
Un-sacrosanct
Involves the toaster
And the order
Of the bread
To place in
And to withdraw
After toasting twice
(the machine isn’t equanimous
enough to toast it right
one time)
What kind of bread took
Time
And what to have on it
Peanut butter on
My own feast days
But without the added sugar
As narration claims
Simply
What it is
Or purported to be
x
I’m still working on the coffee
Both kind and
How much
You see,
I was given the K machine
And it’s fun and all
But I am a neophyte with it
Unready for the morning
Table crew
Thankful for the automatic
Shut-off
x
I do respect the big things
But live nearer
The small things like
Snow villages
And for
Later tide as time
(Advent first)
Learning from
My mother how
To make the bunny cake
With cardboard ears
For Easter
x
But exhalation
After holidays
And maybe what’s holy
In between,
Which is
Most days
Perhaps
And with
Small-s sacred reasoning
As in creation’s
And redemption’s
Legacy
And with
Secular reckoning
For reality,
x
Which might explain
Hot fingers
(without the invocation)
With results
In our suburban-sacramental
Tussles with appliances
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E is for Erato
(the muse of love poetry)
We breathe in and out our
Bodies matching moving hearts
Delight in joined revealing
Opened and shared at last
Love lingers, and that’s important
But in this time it’s passion
Sending a siren-song whose
Magic we shall not escape
‘Til breathing slows and sacred
Act eases into other life
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