Through These Words

Max Meunier

you will see
my pain

the endless hours spent

the triumph
of this misery

in a momentary squander

you may wander
through the pages torn

and wonder
how i speak your truth

the one
stayed by a stinging tongue

layered ‘neath a stolen sun
abeyant

at times
we will laugh together

rain may fall
on distant ground

and the secret
guarded smile
will have vanished
left untold

on the cusp
of thought symphonic
on the path
of parting stream

though we understand
the story

who we are
remains unseen

mystery becomes our warden
through these words
of sought reprieve

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Advent I: On Darkness & Light

Rarely do I post another’s words here, but this poem by a favorite contemporary poet touches on the profound anticipation of this quiet season. Just what my heart was beating, and I like to imagine God’s in syncopation with it too. Thank you, Peter.

Gathering Stones Strung on Threads

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Take away from me
the white blossom of spring
the mottled red apple of summer
the the amber leaf of autumn
and what have I left
      but the black`on`black
      of dark`days dark`nights

Add to the darkness
one single bright star of light
one pin`prick in the black canopy
for the light of a distant sun
and what have I found
      but the candle in a window
      of One excellent at waiting

For the darkness of waiting
of not knowing what is to come
of staying ready and quiet and attentive,
we praise you, O God:
      For the darkness and the light
      are both alike to you.

For the darkness of hoping
in a world which longs for you,
for the wrestling and laboring of all creation
for wholeness…

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Orogeny

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Photo: Joan Fontcuberta

The mind fragile; he crosses an ocean and all disintegrates into order.

Into her arms he goes; rip, decision, spill. Freeing the border.

The old line awakens into dance, A New One! The rhythm spins.

The beat of every blue shade.  Simple: A new wor(l)d begins. Read More

Suckling Stars

Milk glows off our starlit horizon

Nourishing our suckling stars

The babes drink our light with their eyes on

The veil of sweet night, hiding ours.

For the twelve-hour layover I played some notes between stints of dreamless sleep. One Korean businessman came over for a few tunes and enjoyed clapping or snapping. I too, for I’ve been needing drums or a metronome. “Gam.sa.mi.da.” Read More