Best Hastening Poems
In the time of hastening
all dread is loosed.
It is loosed upon the world
in torrents of salt.
Still, we be not seasoned
as the wood.
Too green, we shrink.
The oak must be polished,
the fine mahogany stained,
the walnut drawn out
like a slow summer.
Inward the rafters
belie promises of strength.
The hearth of fine wood
will not burn
among the ashes.
It is saved from desolation.
The body is broken
upon the ash.
(A repost from 2019)
My favorite aunt is dying.. cancer, quiet and consuming as a flame..
Seven short weeks ago she was easily doing an hour of step aerobics, unaware of this intruder, this murderer within. Now she's lifted from bed like a rag doll.
She is my mom, well, a near twin—only smaller, funnier, serpent sly, more heavenly childish, sapient with sweet attractive grace and modest pride.
I am in total awe of her. We're kindred spirits, two sillies among the dull and endlessly serious.
I feel her, see her, day by day, slipping away like the hastening angel of heaven foretold.
This is too big for me, too awful and too close.
I am struck helpless, nothing moves, I sit, hardly feeling, and watch her sleep. Death's cruel process suddenly made visible.
I silently rage at the loss of it—my loudest vehemence pointed to this ravenous, lurking enemy pursuing her inwardly like a swarm of deadly hornets accidentally composed.
40 and still stunningly beautiful, she lies surrounded by computers, iPads, phones, faxes, intercoms, notepads, friends and care-givers. Her life reduced to escaping pain and making arrangements for her soon to be orphaned children 4 and 6.
Fentanyl and other pain blockers are her nourishment and seem to work better in the daylight as lawyers garner powers of attorney, bankers conjure trusts and estate planners build foundations to protect small children from a mothers loss.
As if they could replace a single hug
.
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Songs for this (gospel):
Order My Steps by The Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir
Angel by Sarah McLachlan
Jesus Loves Me by Whitney Houston
Young kids think this is just a game,
Running down a court learning how to tame.
Jump up, shoot the ball!
You have to give it your all.
You hear the coach yell,
thinking to yourself, what is that smell?
The smell of sweaty socks,
after running like a fox.
Next thing you know,
you’re the star of the show!
Hastening down the court,
listening for your fans' support!
Jump up, shoot the ball!
show them that you have it all!
ball goes in,
what a win!
You’re now at the state game,
and you hear them call out your name!
You hear your mother's sweet cries,
“That’s my daughter you guys!”
You hear the crowds cheer!
Can not believe this is your senior year.
You wipe the tears from your eyes,
you’re not ready for the goodbyes.
Heart waves
always hasten
and gets heated up..
Only for you to come
sink inside and cool it up..!!
~DEEPA~
I come hastening from the crystal future to whisper into your soul,
how to become initiated in the mysteries of purified cosmic truth,
gazing with sapphire eyes around me at the world of rare metals,
the golden leaf of Lady Autumn eternal and forever enchanted.
that magically adorns my entire season with names of stars,
the bewitched tongue of the clock that speaks prophecies from serene ether,
our alchemical memories I dust with gleaming diamond powder,
with the silver tear I carry from the eyes I bear to sing you psalms.
your exemplary radiant soul, so skilled in rituals,
celestial beloved, thus we shall love like the angel people from fairy tales,
to the sacred limit of loving each other in continuous eternal ecstasy,
for from beyond the beyond our spirits merge into one.
of transcendent existence repeated in cycles of white marble,
luminescent fruit of our masterful and ceremonial love,
the cosmic infinite child born from ribs of imperial jade,
through your ethereal presence, evidently magical and perpetually divine.
so that some sacred Phoenix bird may keep him for us from its grace,
through the perpetual testament engraved, like a lovely celestial fairy,
leaving me your love as the only treasure of alchemical gold,
you having the sacred care that over countless years of pure light.
you may birth me again revealed, the same lover rich in dreams,
of luminous happiness that is essential to me from thought into vision,
to have the clear seeing of living grass from deep mystical roots,
sighing melodiously in the sacred earth of all initiates.