Best Exodus Poems

Give me wine, give me poetry
and a hug to shake off these blues;
give me the sunniest and bluest sky:
give me glimpses of an unstressed tomorrow...
without masked faces that cry behind them!
Breathing freely means absolute freedom,
but the loss of it imposes a new norm;
what can distract...

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God gave Moses instructions never forgotten
'write down these words' this Moses did
words that would change Moses life
now His name would never be hid

God announced His own covenant
made with Isreal a people He chose
and with Moses His leader to be
who would be God's weapon over His...

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     Imagine it today
     a rag-tag procession
     two-three million souls
     advancing northward
       Mt. Sinai their goal

     A bearded prophet
...

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Imagine we live in an eco-normative story
of competing for wealth-commodities,
cash piled in quantifiable currencies,
collectively blinded to our Win-Win
natural economic,
ecological,
psychological,
biological health and well-being 
nurturing value roots.

One day, our PolyCultural Received View
unveils a co-operatively synergetic evolution 
of positive health
anticipating mutual subsidiarity wealth
following natural laws of economic and...

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Every spring, I remember the Exodus story.
How the twelve tribes became free from slavery, 
Escaping across the wind parted Red Sea, is a mystery. 
Easter in Italy, "Pasqua" is an echo of Passover history.

In England, Easter is the modern Exodus.
Good Friday through to Easter Monday.
It's...

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A honking chevron
Pressed against November skies,
Followed by the snow...

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I watch another setting sun, losing a loved one,
Yet I know this is commonplace.
It's hard to hear that they've gone,
Though death was their saving grace.

We all knew that this time would come,
Not wishing for the hour nor day.
Though life, like before, it carries on,
After they...

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With Julian Jaynes
we find an egocentric languaged LeftBrain
developing reasons to sacredly love our healthy RightBrain inductive-integrative SacredPower feelings of Earth's co-relationship with LeftBrain's Self-ReGenerating Identity
of BiCameral Ego/Eco-Consciousness.

Later on in the evolution of Positive Psychology,
we find Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi
with competitive egocentric dominance
too often ecopolitically suppressing RightBrain flow...

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Exodus 
Under a big holm oak, I sat on a stone resting a little
the sun so early in the year was hot, years ago there were 
flocks of sheep here they laid chewing ignoring me.
This year there is none not even pellet droppings
the landscape is...

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Oh this hour is ill
rends those it should reunite
together as one,
yet my wings from you in flight
time it is to say goodbye.

© Harry J Horsman 2013...

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Exodus

Dew-risen art the dawn of life
This life, my passage 
Curiosity arrays his patient plight
Against the willy-nilly hours of time
Up and down, side to side 
Kites and sparrows the silent skies weave
Coasting all mounts and Dale's in dark precision
Watching indifferent tides in frightful hopes
Whether happiness away...

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God works in mysterious ways? Then so does life work in mysterious ways. So does death work in mysterious ways. So does good work in mysterious ways. And sure as hell does evil work in mysterious ways until the mystery is over and it is...

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October was dying, down of All Saints' Day,
yet we abandoned our dead,
and moved forward into wet snow wilderness.
Fallen city, burning ruins were our only candle
for howling winds, bare branches, pale moon,
and freezing stars made early death visitors.

All of anguish still waited.
It was slowly dying of...

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Are we less superior to ourselves than realization?
Our temporary shell, our salt, our generation.
Our streamers flutter like snow in Antarctica.
longing and valid expansion, made of mica.

Striving to liberate us, it rips apart its body.
Once again, envisaging us embody.
Systole, diastole, adventure indiscriminately.
The wide open oozes a...

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And if ever you don’t see
Exodus,
dig in the soil like a fruit
worm
and lift the stone of yourself
heavier,
to find a word
harder than Maya.*

And if you ever demand for more,
dig the sky. 



* Maya or Maya (Sanskrit ???? mayaa[›]), a term found in Pali and Sanskrit literature,...

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