Sunday, January 25, 2015

Redwoods at Dawn


House Amongst the Redwood Trees: photo by Frank Schulenburg, 2012

Shafts of night rising
from earth, climb past my front door,
shade my window, vault


past the high arch, lift
the sky with narrow rings of
never-ending green


as golden morning
crowns with light; excited birds
sing out graven night.

(11 January 2014)

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Golden-eyed Day

Golden-eyed day
blazing through trees
swaying,

mockingbirds and blue-jays
clinging
to dancing branches, singing

as feathered forms
flash darkly past
and gone in a blinking.

But silence remains:
empty chairs
waiting.

(13 June 2011)

Refuge

Fog hangs in bright tents
contagion enfolds
blighted white mist
like driven, lost souls.

But curtains enclose
our dim, soft room,
and lanterns guard
against fog’s ashen gloom.

So build high the fire
to warm us this night;
we'll silently wait for
dawn’s thin, brittle light.

(29 January 2011)

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Saturday, January 17, 2015

You Speak

"I am myself a word spoken by God. Can God speak a word 
that does not have any meaning?" Thomas Merton


You speak
and I breath the air 
that you imagine,

smile, and like the calling bird,
I rise to the sun!

But when my selfish soul
swells with self-
sent hell
you wake me, 
and expel me
from my troubled sleep.

Oh, I yearn for that day
when forgiven and
by your love
subsumed,
I'll steadfastly abide
in your constant light.

(2 February 2012)

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Elegy for Jeanette

Every moment and every event of every man's life on earth plants something in his soul. For just as the wind carries thousands of winged seeds, so each moment brings with it germs of spiritual vitality that come to rest imperceptibly in the minds and wills of men.”  Thomas Merton

The moment you died
I felt a breeze rise
tussle of wind
tumult of 

transfiguration.

Nothing is the same.
since your soul
broke through.

My eyes sting
with tears
with grief
with the sharp seeds
of ecstasy.

In the beautiful box
you lay, wrinkled brow
withered hands
pampered
by white silk,  
thrall to the embrace
of never ending
grace.

And so I leave you
in this shadowed place.

Gaping and dumb,
I can say nothing
but “fare thee well,
oh great soul,
and to heaven
quickly flee!”


(24 January 2013)

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Demons


Lurking just behind me
may be demons
hideous, mis-shapen things
creatures from hateful waters,
horns and clutching claws
waiting to carry me off, 
sinner that I am, to my
just reward.

Maybe.

But more fearful by far
than Satan and his kin, 
is the evil that lurks
within.

Show me a man
who is absolutely sure
of his own saintly precision, 
and I'll show you
a man in desperate need
of exorcism.

(15 March 2012)

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Caïn

L'action délicate de la grâce dans l'âme est profondément perturbé par toute violence humaine . Passion , quand il est excessif , ce est faire violence à l'esprit et sa violence la plus dangereuse est celle dans laquelle nous semblons trouver la paix . La violence ne est pas complètement mort jusqu'à ce qu'il cesse de nous déranger. Thomas Merton . Pensées dans la solitude.


Comme un vent délicate
ta grâce en forme de mon âme infantile
rempli mon vide
avec la forme angélique

et je étais belle
et la bonne

jusqu'à ce que, jaloux de votre amour ,
Je ai tué mon frère .

Maintenant, je crains l'abîme
qui se ouvre sous moi
la tombe
de mon péché - flétrie âme.

Pour vous je prie
pardonnez-moi! me ramener
de la paix engourdissement
de négligence , vide
jour .

(1 Février 2013)