Confession
Matters not a whit from whence I came,
whether east of Eden or west from the sun,
or north with the wind or south within flames;
whether mine is a burden of a grudge or of a cross.
What matters now is only whither I go,
Purgatorium or laudatorium, based on what I do
from this moment on, from the innermost-reaches
of the great outdoors to the infinite limits of my soul.
What matters now is the reconciliation of
thought to speech and speech to action;
for only by turning my inside outside
on the lathe of Truth, can I be at rest.
Truth
There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night. – Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus
To know God is to hear the wind;
for none hear the wind directly,
but only effects of the wind:
rustlings of leaves in trees;
driven rain on window panes;
or howlings of displaced air
squeezed by a mountain pass.
Only through effects of His
actions can we know God:
joys of new parenthood;
unbridled thrill of a child
just learning to ride a bike;
shared grief of close family
on the passing of a loved one.
To question the existence of God
by what we see of human failure
is to question the sound of wind
by the destruction it may create;
truth of this lies in the passage of time,
as the veracity of Truth is shouted aloud.
The Desert Fathers knew this sound well.
Messages
Gathered around the bonfire
staring deeply into tomorrow,
or maybe back to yesterdays;
illusions of smoke figures in
flames, while embers snap for
attention, redirecting thoughts,
sparks metaphoring to the stars:
supplications sent to heaven.
Night Lights
Like luminescent fish flashing staccato
in the murky dark of the deepest ocean,
fireflies take flight as the humidity rises,
flitting around the unmowed grass verge,
evading predators armed with mason jars,
playing peek-a-boo in the thick cornfields
until border trees heave, shimmying in the
wind and rain appears, slicking the stalks
like sweat with their waving wild exertion,
driving the sparks deep into the far woods.
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