The Herb Of Grace

Theology and Poetry, Politics and Prose

After The Monastery: Finding I Am Awake (A Poem) May 18, 2010

Filed under: poetry — Joel @ 7:57 pm
lay in the light
new born
breath forth
your first
all the fists
in every world
cannot break
these promises
my eye is on the inner landscapes
the twilight hills are commas
road blocks
on the way to delirious heights
my own mental ocean
rocks so quickly on its heels
back and forth
the bells swing
dew glistening
recline in the diving sun
reflect back to him
his own posture of mid-summer leisure
and then arch your back
as you spring from the board of your home-thought
and fling the meddlesome down through no-thought
back into presence
the savior of words
then mash up your power
crumple it up like high school paper
and leave it to be swept clean
by tides and brooms
and gargantuan tongues
who are all getting double-time
so don’t worry.
don’t worry about love
and its many angled faces
its scales of rainbows
and water piping through air
love can take care of its own.
Of its own cares, which are few,
love can sing every lullaby
and can bang every morning drum
so don’t worry about love
the lawsuit is pending
but its not strong.
the swimming stars are recalcitrant
calling back every opinion
back by the back way
the alley highway
the single lane way
I wonder what my last breathe will feel like,
if I think of it at all,
or if my mind will already be aiming
its thousand cannons
its fingers to the sky
never an accusation could I muster
never a foul trap could I construct
in the workshop of my soul
for You who give me life
You who gild life
You who make the rain fall.
I dream of faces I know
persons I share the time of days with
and this is strange
I am outside my skin
for the first time
and the society of men is gleaming
and is real
and stands in clouds of breathe
wandering in stillness
a hundred photographs
flipping into motion
held by invisible fingers

2 Responses to “After The Monastery: Finding I Am Awake (A Poem)”

  1. NVW Says:


    Please change my subscription to since will be dormant for six months.


  2. Al Mason Says:

    Your Grandfather read me excerpts from your poem today – he read it the same way he reads anything of great significance to him

    The trees are covering the house here

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