Static in the Wind - POEM of the MONTH!

Static in the Wind

This is the dawn of creation,
The cracking flash of light;
This is the Word spoken,
Staging all of life -- ignite!

The earth was formless,
The Spirit hovered in love --
Endless, with the fullness
Of the breath from above.

Static in the wind.
Inception.
Before anyone sinned.
Reflection.

Reflection.
As if no one sinned.
Inception.
Static in the wind.

A pen draws near a page,
A brush drips onto canvas,
A curtain cracks onstage --
Emerging from the darkness.

This is the dawn of creation,
A cracking flash of light;
This is imagination,
The mirror of life -- delight!

Nothing Left to Imagine - POEM of the MONTH!

Nothing Left to Imagine

Lying under the warm sun
Or lying to my tempered self,
There's nothing left to imagine
From Time's dusty bookshelf.

Learning every exposition
From comedy to utter rage,
Ticking until the explosion
Or exploding onto the stage.

Without a loss for words
Or lost in every melody;
Breaking all the records
Or exhausting every key.

Information provided,
Images without mystery,
Distractions undetected,
No one learns from history.

Reading between the lines
From Socrates to Tolstoy;
A narrative redefines,
Or it's problematic to employ.

Driving for peace and order
Or certain the road trip is a bust;
Wondering to see Heaven's wonder,
Or content as recycled dust ...

[Click here to read the Epilogue.]

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“Meaningless! Meaningless!” says the Teacher. “Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless.”

-- Ecclesiastes 1:2

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One Month After Christmas

One Month After Christmas

New Year's resolutions might fall by the wayside
But Mr. Scrooge is planning the next feast;
And though a poor habit may haunt the hillside,
The spirit of Christmas conquered the beast!

My Heart Is - POEM of the MONTH!

My Heart Is

my heart is light
much more than a spot
on the stage of life
but from left to right
and beyond the curtain
there is no shadow

my heart is rain
a light sprinkle
baptizing the sidewalk
on a Sunday afternoon
creating a moment
that is rest

my heart is breath
the spark of the soul
and a whispering guide
through the hills of cedar
and the canyons of ash
there is none without flight

my heart is fire
a roaring furnace
purifying the gold
for an eternal stroll
on the street
that is perfection

my heart is rock
unlike the sand
flowing through time
causing days of anxiety
but a solid foundation
there is none without want

my heart is thunder
a resounding roar
the voice of the word
who spoke the universe
into existence
with echoes of remembrance

"The lamp-post" by Ulf Bodin 
is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0.

my heart is yearning
to light your way
to give you rest
and to lift you up
to restore your soul
to build your house
for I know you by name

~

"Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path."
- Psalm 119:105

"Before I was born the Lord called me; from my mother's womb he has spoken my name."
- Isaiah 49:1b

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The Red Button - POEM of the MONTH!

The Red Button

If only the red button
     looked like a STOP sign
It's as if love and peace
     crashed into a dead end
Hot or cold, the streets
     are flooded with war
If only the red button
     was the sign of YIELD

It's as if love and peace
     crashed into a dead end
Hot or cold, the streets
     are flooded with war
If only the red button
     was the sign of YIELD

Hot or cold, the streets
     are flooded with war
If only the red button
     was the sign of YIELD

If only the red button
     was the sign of YIELD

On all four corners ...

~

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Snowfall (a pantoum) - POEM of the MONTH!

Snowfall (a pantoum)

When they sing in the snowfall
The words are spelled out,
Like the writing on the wall
But drifting thereabout.

The words are spelled out
In forewarning tones --
But drifting thereabout
Are the voices of gravestones.

In forewarning tones,
"Do not smell these flowers!"
Are the voices of gravestones
Crying to savor the hours?

Do not smell these flowers,
Except those held in hands
Crying to savor the hours.
Please, do not misunderstand.

Except those held in hands
Like the writing on the wall,
Please do not misunderstand
When, they sing in the snowfall.

~

Also published in this month's Synchronized Chaos.

Mars in the Morning (A Prayer) - POEM of the MONTH!

Mars in the Morning (A Prayer)

In the predawn hours
As the first thought rises,
Mars in the morning shines
Onto compromises

The king after God's own heart
Cries "rescue" from an enemy;
And his bright Morning Star
Washes him with new mercy

This soul of mine is betrayed,
Not by how others sin
Or from graying battle lines
But, by my enemy within

Blind in this invisible war
Many times without warning;
Please, protect me from myself,
For I am Mars in the morning

~

Based upon Romans 7:15-19, and references Lamentations 3:22-24 and Revelation 22:16.  

(Venus, the brightest point in the hours of dawn, is known as the goddess of love in Ancient Rome. The Bible references Jesus the Messiah as the bright Morning Star, since GOD is Love. Mars, the red planet, is known as the god of war.)