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Saturday, February 24, 2007
The Mind's Fourth Watch
At night
when the mind at rest
becomes a theatre of the soul
I saw a Great Lion
The marble stare of His eyes
as the sun through a magnifying glass
pinpointed against a small, dry leaf
compelled to smoke and burn.
Fearsome Hunter
King's mane, thick paw, and bristly fur
Reared up not to pounce or devour
Nor to strike down or shed blood
But to embrace
Me.
Upon whom He doted
More than young who wait at mother's hip
More than brothers who stand in war
More than lovers whose agony is to reach from afar
I am His frail prey, but at my word the hunt stopped.
Hurt, betrayal,
bewilderment, sadness.
"Why can't we have a relationship?"
No, Lion, that would not be proper.
Then the air was pulled tight
And I feared the answer of this tender One
And the mind's fourth watch ended, leaving me to wonder,
What am I really afraid of?
At night
when the mind at rest
becomes a theatre of the soul
I saw a Great Lion
The marble stare of His eyes
as the sun through a magnifying glass
pinpointed against a small, dry leaf
compelled to smoke and burn.
Fearsome Hunter
King's mane, thick paw, and bristly fur
Reared up not to pounce or devour
Nor to strike down or shed blood
But to embrace
Me.
Upon whom He doted
More than young who wait at mother's hip
More than brothers who stand in war
More than lovers whose agony is to reach from afar
I am His frail prey, but at my word the hunt stopped.
Hurt, betrayal,
bewilderment, sadness.
"Why can't we have a relationship?"
No, Lion, that would not be proper.
Then the air was pulled tight
And I feared the answer of this tender One
And the mind's fourth watch ended, leaving me to wonder,
What am I really afraid of?
Labels: Christianity, dreams, poetry
Wednesday, January 14, 2004
Lament for Evanescence
Morning Stars
Their twinkling in the Dawning Sky
Compels the gaze and fills the heart
With wonder at such beauty
Remote and delicate
Morning Stars
Compelled in spite of the Dawning Sky
To gaze at their own twinkling
To covet the wonder of eyes and heart
Remote and fleeting
The cold blanket Forgetfulness comes
And sadness for those who know the Dawning Sky
Heart and gaze remember whence the twinkle came
But the Morning Stars turn away and are
Fallen.
Morning Stars
Their twinkling in the Dawning Sky
Compels the gaze and fills the heart
With wonder at such beauty
Remote and delicate
Morning Stars
Compelled in spite of the Dawning Sky
To gaze at their own twinkling
To covet the wonder of eyes and heart
Remote and fleeting
The cold blanket Forgetfulness comes
And sadness for those who know the Dawning Sky
Heart and gaze remember whence the twinkle came
But the Morning Stars turn away and are
Fallen.
Labels: poetry
