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Bandaids For The Soul - 11/3/2009 10:34:44 PM
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wilsonbob
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I thought I would create a thread to post some of the poetry that I wrote during a very difficult time in my life. It will tell the story of disappointment, depression, separation, but also of the discovery of hope and a renewed faith experience. Many of these poems have been posted here before, but some have not. I begin with a poem written during a spiritual/emotional "low".
I Wait
If I write in chalk,
It can be erased.
If I write in ink,
It can be shredded.
When I look for permanence,
I find transience.
I bow before the changeless
In my constantly changing body,
With my constantly changing mind.
I read that I was created "a little lower than the angels"
Should "little lower" really read "death and decay?"
I do not reach to the heavens to find You.
I sink into myself
I release all
This brief interlude between two dusty fields
And here, in my hopeless, helpless, hapless estate
I wait
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God? - 11/3/2009 10:35:58 PM
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wilsonbob
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God
Am I using the wrong language?
Am I sitting in the wrong position?
Do you really prefer the King James translation?
Did I accidentally breathe in through my mouth
when I should have used my nose?
Do I need a better devotional?
Are you mad because I'm behind on my tithe?
Have you left our church for the Presbyterian Church
down the road?
Did I hit a couple of sour notes in the last hymn we sang?
Do you really know everything?
If I let go, will you catch me?
Are these all the wrong questions?
Can a void hold all the answers?
God?
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Is the Still Water Still Still? - 11/3/2009 10:37:18 PM
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Is the still water still still
Where the tanager and the whippoorwill
Serenade from willowy tendrils?
Does that numinous fountain still flow
Watering all the valleys below
Becoming, in Your love, a lovely Bordeaux?
Are Sacred songs still sung
Are there praises from every tongue
Is there a reachable final rung?
In the dryness allowed by Your Will
In the silence coming over the hills
My soul sickly shrills
"Is the still water still still?"
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Meadow Meditation - 11/3/2009 10:38:37 PM
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wilsonbob
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Sitting in a meadow
Befitting hares
Splitting hairs
And considering velocity
Ferocity
The intergalactic monstrosity
Known as universe expansion.
All stars have shifted red
The astronomer said
Fleeing the bed of their birth
They all fly away…from Earth.
Streaming away,
Like raisins in a muffin rising,
There is no disguising
All objects near and far
Are racing apace
And ever increase the space,
Betwixt and between,
With no force to intervene.
While sitting thus on ischial tuberosities
And sifting through these stardust curiosities
I shift my weight to lean on olecranon
Bending low I gently breathe upon
Very ripe dandelions growing nearby
And see silky seeds make for the sky
Armies of paratroopers on the fly.
"Ah me," I sigh, in frontal lobe pain,
“Does everything fly, nothing remain?”
Stars and hairlines continue receding
It seems the world is continually bleeding
With nothing to stop the plight of our nations
The future is bright with exsanguinations.
Thus unconsoled
What do I behold
Shaking the shoals
Of my consciousness?
A wave of delight sends chills to my feet
Spawned by the sight of the plight of the seeds
The vision bids me break through the barrier
That kept me from seeing I, too, have a carrier,
For I am a seed being carried along
A galactic sneeze could destroy my song
But though solar winds blow, the earth's held in check,
Invisible forces ensure that this speck of a
Planet encircles the sun once a year,
And dawn will appear in the morn, never fear,
And water exists as ice, rain or vapor,
An atmosphere rich in oxygen makes for
A place I can lay in a meadow and dream
Of a Plan in which Man is held in esteem.
With gravity holding me safely attached
I rise on this planet appreciative that
Though disorder abounds, one still hears the sounds
Of entropy parting just like the Red Sea,
And through space and time it seems the Divine
Opens a path mid the chaos, for me.
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The Crux - 11/3/2009 10:39:50 PM
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I, born into time,
Seeking the timeless.
God, timeless,
Seeking to be born into time?
I guess the crux of the matter
Is the point where the paths cross.
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Almost Gone - 11/3/2009 10:41:22 PM
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Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone
Unredeemed
A disappointment
Dispassionate
Alone.
Lacking the strength to lift a stone
I lay down
For death I moan.
Sure, I know,
Miles to go before I sleep,
But for now,
Steeped in sadness,
I surrender to the madness
And these memories I keep.
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Deep Chill - 11/3/2009 10:42:35 PM
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wilsonbob
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Frigid light shines
From Hunter's Moon
Frosty fields eerily loom as
Silhouetted clouds
Swirl and enshroud
Sending shivers through the earth
Until...
With piercing chill...
Time and Life
Are stilled.
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Winter Thought - 11/3/2009 10:43:40 PM
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Winter wraps its steely fingers 'round my mind
Freezing thoughts aborning
Everything that breaks on my consciousness
Is covered in frost
But somewhere...hidden...
'Neath the frostline
A faint memory
A heartbeat
A pulse
However faint
Distracting me
And in that moment
I feel the breath of Spring beneath the snow
Tiny trickles flow
From an ocean of frozen hope.
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Deep Frost - 11/3/2009 10:45:11 PM
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I remember a time, remote,
When feelings heaved
Then froze,
Cleaving mind from tapping toes
Leaving heart transfixed
Within the icy floes.
The frost, unmoved for years,
Grew thicker with the tears,
'Til hope, itself, seemed dead,
Succumbed to drear and dread.
But time flowed.
Far below,
How, God only knows,
Life never stopped
Hope never died
'Til one day a tide,
A wave of balmy weather,
Finally arrived,
And I survived.
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The Trout Know - 11/4/2009 10:00:10 PM
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While trudging, drudging thru life
I happed upon a pool of delight
Rimmed with evergreens, high in the mounts
A shimmering, glimmering, reflected scene
Doused through and through with aquamarine
A plunge expunged doddering doubts
Reason released, tradition trounced,
My world opened up to the truth of the trout:
In Him we live and move throughout.
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Creation Is - 11/4/2009 10:01:14 PM
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We lift our songs in praise, O God,
But you are the music,
We lift our arms and sway, O Lord,
With hands that you formed,
We put pen to paper and play with words
That flow from the miracle of consciousness
That you so benevolently planted in us.
We think of what was and will be
And can't help but worry about tomorrow
But we need to STOP
And know that Creation......is.
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Deep Calls to Deep - 11/4/2009 10:02:35 PM
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Deep calls to deep
The deep truth of the universe
Calls to the deep thirst of my soul
And, once awakened,
There is no returning to the former
Safe, predictable, well manicured life.
The pull
Of the Peace that passes understanding
Is not pacified by peripheral pretenses
Of devotion
Commotion reigns and bearings lost
Until the tossed
Are delivered onto a shore
Where, indeed, "All things are new."
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The Vine - 11/6/2009 7:02:27 AM
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The stone was rolled away that day
As a spray
A sprig
A little twig
Made its way into the world.
Thus unfurled a plot
A plan
To scan for every fallow, fertile heart
And band them all together
With strands from a single vine.
In time
Well coalesced and blessed
And pressed into every nook and cranny
It seemed uncanny
But true
That the root stretched back to that empty tomb,
From which it grew,
And even further back in time
Into the sublime
Where the heart of the Father
First reached out to yours and mine.
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A person with a servant's heart is never happy...until they serve.
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The Eucharist - 11/20/2009 7:08:15 AM
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wilsonbob
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What good is knowledge without passion?
What good is passion without understanding?
One gives cold facts that leave the soul flightless,
One truly soars...then crashes on landing.
If lights of comprehension dawn in our eyes,
Through all the ways of the world we are wise,
It's still not enough,
Our truth stays earth-tied.
If blown to and fro by miraculous wonders,
Soaring on booms of spiritual thunder,
When quaking has ceased
For insight we hunger.
But earth and ether in history meshed,
Passion and knowledge commingled, found rest,
The lofty and lowly in middle fleshed,
"This is my body, eat, be blessed."
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A person with a servant's heart is never happy...until they serve.
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RE: The Eucharist - 11/20/2009 8:18:44 AM
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the1Sackett
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...ah, we have walked (and crawled) the sands of the same Desert, treasure'd prince of Heaven... the very same.
CM Sackett
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The Cost Of Liberty Tends To Run Very High.
The Cost Of APATHY... Incalculable.
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