Lay Priest: Perspectives; a poem
For: Michael Rice Perspectives; yours…mine… out of shadowland we grasp at pin pricks of light, claim a dogma; disclaim another’s…judging… Within our perspective we judge. With other brothers, we sought our limits illumined by the midnight sun, we probed community to its nexus…in an individual’s dance within his shadows… Fears and tears, hysteria and laughter the pulse particularly deep,...
The Search; a poem
Agape 1 THE SEARCH I’ve seen death daily in expected and wonder-full ways and tasted its sweet coolness on fevered tongue dipped of earthen flow streaming through granite cups my image caught there returned to me slaking heart more than thirst. Oh! Yes! Father Sky! I have fed at our Mother’s bosom fed of her thrill of thrills LIFE GIFTED BY DEATH make of me such fodder. AND STILL THE SEARCH, THE ONGOING SEARCH! I’ve...
CLOAKED IN THE MANTLE OF INITIATION
CLOAKED IN THE MANTLE OF INITIATION The Friday night opening of the weekend lies several days away, stiff before me. And yet by Wednesday night the well-known storm of ancient energies takes up its abode in my body-soul. Thursday at work, my soul whispers “no one is worthy to carry this vessel of energy into the hearts of men.” Finally the blessing of Thursday night staff meeting Circle Up. Soul cleansing. Hearts on fire....
Babies and children
Little babies and young children make the best mentors! Seasons change. Sons mentor fathers, grandfathers learn amazing things from Their grandsons! Uncles learn from their nephews and nieces The whole world of living is turned upside down Babies and young children — these are the heart changers. They wash the hearts Of their parents and grandparents. Babies and children make the best mentors They cleanse our hearts with the...
ROBED IN SILENCE
ROBED IN SILENCE, STAND IN STILLNESS REST WITHIN YOUR QUEST GROW IN THE RICH SOIL OF SACRED EMPTINESS BE HOLLOW BONE FOR SOUL TO FLOW EMPTIED OF SELF – SURRENDER TO GRACE A LIVING ALTAR OF THE HOLY ONE ALLOW CREATOR TO REST ON YOUR SOUL FLESH YOUR HEART ABLAZE – FIRED BY YOUR HARD WON CERTAINTY REST – KNOWING YOU ARE BLESSED! STEP NOW THROUGH THAT OPEN THRESHOLD DOOR CROSS OVER, FIND UNION EVER MORE DELIGHT ABOUNDS IN YOUR...
Pray Tell Me – a poem of remembrance
Where have all the children gone? And The Great Oaks and Mighty Sycamores too? The Seven Nation Iroquois told our early settler, white ancestors that before the whites Came to their land with their honed axes and four man chain saws That a squirrel could jump from tree to tree from the coast of the great Atlantic Ocean To the majestic Mississippi Without touching down on the ground! And the white-tailed deer gave their “sacred...