We speak to God
in frailty of our means
to see and hold life; lost in the midst-
existence most powerful, reality-
life is a fragile nail grip on a glass slope-
time is gravity, we leap into laughter
but ever descend, holding the momentary -
like sands blown in the east wind; simply taken
to empty our palms--- we see memories
happiness, bitters that makes sweetness
and we speak to God.
From an endless stream of hope
despite all obstacles in a rational mind,
when reason dams the stream, reason
that damns the sense of the spirit---yet
it is in sense of spirit that we know the self
it is in the self that we cannot hide the wish
to extend beyond the pull of tides further
than sight of sun at bendings of the world;
deeper than the swimming swirls of light
from a past we cannot measure, flowing
into a future we cannot see,
bound firmly in a moment we cannot hold--
and we speak to God.
To consecrate a power of creation-
the power of love; to converse
with the part of us we would keep,
that which we wish to endure--
and so, we speak...
2 comments:
"life is a fragile nail grip on a glass slope-"
This line made me visualize a person grasping to hold on and sliding down the slope too quickly to make a soft landing.
I love the refrain. I just got done speaking to God. The Spirit always hears me.
The second stanza is written in a simple sense and makes the most sense, no need for poetic devices here.
"to extend beyond the pull of tides further
than sight of sun at bendings of the world;"
I was just watching a fisherman on the History channel who was able to capture the "bend" when dusk settled in and night became the time of day. The image was breathtakingly beautiful.
Speak to the Lord, all day, every day, and even in the midst of the Earth's chaos there will be peace...
Love you Howard ♥
Renee
ahh Renee, I imagine it is a wonderful conversation with God- full of hope and warm wishes for loved ones, for all those in need of blessings--- my Mother was this way, she prayed constantly-- I used to tease her, but as she aged--the first thing I missed was to touch and agree in prayer with her...thank you Dear...Howard
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