Life In a Tent - Out of a Suitcase
I have tasted new lands as I’ve traveled this Earth,
would leave prejudice (often) with dust shoes pick up.
No, not loam like the Dust Bowl knew (God knows our shame),
the clear-cutting of forests, Paul Bunyan (with Blue
Ox named ‘Babe)’ (1) tried to trade! ‘Whites’ own much of the blame,
though for rape of the planet, dark thoughts they’re God’s race,
when Christ’s color was darker, church clothes splashed with red!
Each one’s skin is a tent that they wear! Is God’s mirth
that skin’s not our design, and it’s fragile? Our “cup”
may “run over,” but “Grace” is its content. We ‘name’
things around us. Is God a Creator Who ‘knew’
I’d write poems before Earth congealed, knew I’d ‘tame’ (2)
Souls around me who’d trust me to ‘serve them,’ not chase
skirt’s illusion, trust their ‘will’ would ‘serve me,’ God’s bread?
Each new day’s a full suitcase ‘God?’ gifts us at dawn
as our future flows toward us, frame dreamer’s repasts
for one sleeping’s not absent, their spirit gains ground. (3)
Our suitcases have boundaries, intellect’s GIF
that we nourish (don’t own or define)! Fates are found
as they pass us (not dreamed with known tool kits) that hint
there’s an infinite mind (one no mortal can grok).
Thought leans forward or backward (for logic’s a rock
that survival deems potent)? Soul mocks views that TINT
faith’s belief ‘we can know.’ That’s why faith’s so profound!
It reflects on God’s leading (a heavenly riff?)!
Faith in logic gets tested, its truth is not bound
to what fools think is true, Earth’s not center that lasts
though high priests kill their foes. Such truth fades with a yawn!
Brian Johnston
3rd of April in 2022
Poet’s Notes:
‘Philosophy’ that lives, gives breath
to thoughts that lead to better death.
(A paraphrase of Cicero)
(1) Paul Bunyan’s tales are American Folklore about a mythical
logger and his pet Ox (who helped him move felled trees.
(2) To “tame” someone is one process of making a friend as
described by “The Little Prince” in Antoine de Saint-Exupery’s
book of the same name.
(3) REM sleep (with its dreams) refreshes the brain and seems
to help us meet both old and new challenges.
Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2022
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