Poem: Eucharist - Thirty of 30 #NaPoWriMo

To pluck this grape, hold it aloft, pop
It into my mouth; to taste the juice
Seep into my soul; to reach out,
Open palmed, for bread: thick and
Delicious deliverer; chew, taste, swallow
Christ in me, alive in me, sweet Mystery

Where must I go from here?

Photo & Poem (c) 30 April 2015

 

 

Poem: Resurrection - Twelve of 30 NaPoWriMo

Heat of a thousand suns
Seared through that body, wracked
With pain, holes ripped at wrists and feet
Flesh flayed and final spearhead entry wound
Cleansed by blood and water, the only
Compassionate moment, a gift rarely given
For those who hung, row upon row,
Cross next to bloody cross, daring those
Who challenged Pax Romana
Underground against that deadly peace
Now stood this Man, dead three days, and
Looking new, bright illumination, Mysterious
Stranger, walking now with His friends, unrecognized
Until. Until He spoke a word, turned a phrase,
Revealed Himself only to disappear and reappear
In the center of a locked room among his brothers
Teaching them secrets they had not understood
Secrets we cannot understand
Singularity standing on the edge
Event Horizon, returned from the black hole
Of death, Supernova, Superstar
Rip in the fabric of Time

Dying.grain
Rising bread
Living water`
New wineskin

Old story
New song

Roses blossom
Crows rise in flight
Sparrows congregate
Lilies of the field adorned
Adored

Lay down the Blade
Lift the Chalice
The bread, still hot from
The heat of a thousand suns
Feeds millions

May you never hunger
May you never thirst

(c) 12 April 2015

Poem: Peregrini

Not an ounce of the Irish, I am

Nonetheless Celt, the

Spirit of the Peregrini lives

In this Scotswoman's heart

The strength of the Dane

Her foundation, the wanderlust

Of the ancestors pulling

This pilgrim soul

Surrounded by the Angels

Seeking the Wisdom of Christ

Who has been the Light

Shining from the Dawn of Time

There is no better Pilgrimage

There is no other life

But the wandering life

Stagnant spirits haunt places

Regretting that they have not

Gone beyond boundaries

Regret upon regret

That they did not know

The Mystery of a God

And of a Life which

Cannot be bound,

As they have been

Caught between the

Imposition of fear

And of desire

Following the Mysterious

Light of the Christ

Toward the Glorious

Song of Creation

The Pilgrim need not board

Longboat, nor curragh, nor jet plane

But only must open the door

For the expansion of the mind

The opening of the heart

The emergence of the spirit

No longer bound by the limits

Of this temporal life

Surrounded by the Angels

Seeking the Wisdom of Christ

Who has been the Light

Shining from the Dawn of Time

There is no better Pilgrimage

(c) 17 January 2012

O, Come

In my contrition

Venite, O saving Grace!

O come, my savior!

"Venite," by Dorothy McCray

Eucharist

Wafer a whisper

Wine washing wrong hearts to white

His body, His blood

(c) 25 July 2012