Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Silence


Every word I speak
is an adulteration of
Silence

Every line of poetry
I write
is a tainting of
Silence

Like an artist
obliterates a sunset on the canvass

Like a singer
fractures the peace with her voice

Like an electric guitarist
pierces Tranquility with his notes

Silence is the most beautiful
work of art
in the Universe

Silence is what the poet
is aiming for

Silence is the goal of the artist,
using the full palate
and all the brush strokes
to lead one to silent reverence

Silence is the goal of the singer,
to sing a song that
creates so much tension that
one relishes the silence

Silence is the goal of the guitarist,
creating such ear-piercing noise
that the silence becomes more
of a gift than it was before

Silence is the goal of the preacher,
to exhaust the words
of the Text
and then leave all in the gift of
Silence

To contemplate the mysteries
of God

Thursday, April 2, 2015

ready or not, here i come!

and the Holy Drama begins
am i ready?
no, of course not
was peter ready . . . nah
was john ready . . . nah
was judas ready . . . nope

it seems i’m never ready
for the high, holy days
but then, is anyone?

isn’t that the whole point?
that we’re not ready?
that Jesus IS
OUR READINESS
OUR RIGHTEOUSNESS
THE HOLY SACRIFICE
THE SPOTLESS LAMB
THE GATE
THE WAY
THE TRUTH
THE LIFE

raise the curtain
and let the
Holy Drama
begin . . .