Exhilaration is the Breeze (Part Five: The Single Hound XI) Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the ground, And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found; Returns us not, but after time 5 We soberly descend, A little newer for the term Upon enchanted ground Emily Dickinson
Tortures Nothing has changed. The body is susceptible to pain, it must eat and breathe air and sleep, it has thin skin and blood right underneath, an adequate stock of teeth and nails, its bones are breakable, its joints are stretchable. In tortures all this is taken into account. Nothing has changed. The body shudders […]
If I Write Academia: “Write of roses, daffodils, and violets, White linen, drownings, and yellow-wallpaper creeping madness” If I write: This artist will write of Your painted rainbow mists– Blue mornings, pink horizons, and golden oceans! If I write: This gray moth will write of Your stained-glass-monarch-butterfly universe! If I write: This traveler will write of worlds that collide […]
A Daughter of Eve A fool I was to sleep at noon, And wake when night is chilly Beneath the comfortless cold moon; A fool to pluck my rose too soon, A fool to snap my lily. My garden-plot I have not kept; Faded and all-forsaken, I weep as I have never wept: Oh it […]
You Give Me Your Quill Sinner that I am O God, Still You give me Your quill To write the words that are on my heart When the evening is still. You touch me in the gentlest way, And you tear my heart within me. You fill me with wondrous praise, And prayers come out […]
Light my Way In the beginning was an explosion. Love exploded as energy filling the void! Whirling forth from it’s womb, Light scattered, seen and unseen, Racing through newborn time towards souls yet created. Angels, pure as the light itself, invisible Sped through eons, biding time, until the babe was born. Love’s energy illuminated them, […]
Interlude Something about the half-lit space invites silence. Sacred and calm. Sunlight, muted through treated windows, still manages to splash into the scene – its sepia-colored tint adding depth to a landscape filled with shadows. The silence, at home, speaks to the darkened corners as the expanding light blankets everything with its warmth. Maria Morera […]
Utopia Island where all becomes clear. Solid ground beneath your feet. The only roads are those that offer access. Bushes bend beneath the weight of proofs. The Tree of Valid Supposition grows here with branches disentangled since time immemorial. The Tree of Understanding, dazzlingly straight and simple, sprouts by the spring called Now I Get […]
He who Seeks Me will Find Me Hear this day My answer O child, The answer you have sought from Me. Know that it is the Lord Who speaks, He Who knows your every need. I am faithful to my servants, I am truth everlasting, I am life eternal, I am Lord of all. He […]
The Convent Threshold There’s blood between us, love, my love, There’s father’s blood, there’s brother’s blood; And blood’s a bar I cannot pass: I choose the stairs that mount above, Stair after golden skyward stair, To city and to sea of glass. My lily feet are soiled with mud, With scarlet mud which tells a tale […]
The Right to Perish Might be Thought (Part Five: The Single Hound V) The right to perish might be thought An undisputed right, Attempt it, and the Universe upon the opposite Will concentrate its officers— You cannot even die, But Nature and Mankind must pause To pay you scrutiny. Emily Dickinson
Haunted Heart I happened upon it so I’ll tell the odd tale Of a heart that lives where the cold winds wail On a dark lonely street where shadows are cast In a town I once found in my heartless old past Searching for answers, warmed by sunlight That town nearby was dark like a […]
Who is Safe on Loose Planks? If I am to have hope, it must be in the Lord For in who else can I turn in an hour of darkness? Who else can provide lasting assurance, but the Lord? There are many who can arise to the occasion. But which of these will survive the […]
Fame is a Fickle Food (Part 5: The Single Hound IV) Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate, Whose table once a Guest, but not The second time, is set. Whose crumbs the crows inspect, 5 And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer’s corn; Men eat of it and die. […]
A Better Resurrection Have no wit, no words, no tears; My heart within me like a stone Is numb’d too much for hopes or fears; Look right, look left, I dwell alone; I lift mine eyes, but dimm’d with grief No everlasting hills I see; My life is in the falling leaf: O Jesus, quicken […]
I Had a Dream Last Night I had a dream last night. It was a simple dream. Really all I remember is the call from God, or an angel: “If you want to be great in God’s Kingdom, learn to be the servant of all.” Simple words. A child’s words. But they weren’t simple in […]
Tomorrow Comes and Then Another Father, my Father, the God of my heart, What is it you want of me? What is it that you ask of this flock? Your mystery is before me Through all my days and nights. I come always to adore you, But what do you want with my life? You […]
Aubade at Half-Past Six on a Cold Winter Morning Dawn’s first light shivers through half-opened blinds, creating new patterns on our old blanket. The rise and fall of your chest tethers me to the moment tighter than the memory of your warm embrace. I get up anyway and make the coffee. Maria Johnson
A Birthday My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water’d shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these, Because my love is come to […]
Who are you Sir? Do I know You? Who are you Sir? Do I know you? May I come by from time to time? To sit and listen to the wind As you read? Am I in your book? Am I a subject that delights your mind? Do I have a chance of a place […]
A Sunset From Hugo’s ‘Feuilles d’Automne’ I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, In numerous leafage bosomed close; Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer, Or a hundred sunbeams splinter in an azure atmosphere On cloudy archipelagos. Oh […]
With My Hand I Set This Pen With my hand I set this pen, With full knowledge of the Author, For great words flow only from the great, And the pen and the hand only follow. So it is with God and me— He speaks, I write, He wrenches me, I feel, He informs me, […]
The Christmas Presence He came to Exist in a world of cold; Bereft of a loving heed. Not once to bring a thing we want, But Instead everything we Need. This time of year when people hurry; A’herding here to there, A time of frantic maw and sup, A time beref’t real care. He was […]
