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(A gentle–prophetic, classical liturgical poem)
I. The Land Beloved
O Slovenia, cradle of my first breath,
You, Emerald Valley, cradled by mountains,
You chalice where the rivers of childhood
whispered their psalms among the pines—
How my heart still kneels before your beauty.
For in your winds I once heard angels,
And in your stones the footsteps of our saints.
Your fields were rosaries of golden grain,
your villages' small tabernacles
where every evening bell
wove heaven into the dusk.
II. The Turning of the Heart
But now the twilight grows heavy.
The silence of unbelief
spreads like fog over vineyards and rooftops.
The altars remain,
Yet the hands that blessed them
grow weary,
and the children who might fill them
wander along other paths.
O homeland, beloved and bewildered,
You walk swiftly into the arms of strangers,
forgetting the One
who stayed with you through all your storms.
You turn to new idols—
comfort, power, the soft lie of self-sufficiency—
and call them freedom.
III. Cry of the Child
And I, your child,
stand like a lone sentinel
at the edge of your sleeping forests.
Not with anger—
for love has no room for such fire—
But with a sorrow that prays.
I do not accuse you, Slovenia;
I weep for you.
I gather your wounds into my hands
as one gathers fallen leaves
to warm them by the hearth.
For what else can a child do
When his mother grows cold?
IV. Benediction for a Homeland
So I bless you, Slovenia—
even in your wandering.
May the One who walked our battlefields
and cried our forgotten tears
call you gently back to Himself.
And when dawn comes—
not the dawn of politics,
nor the dawn of earthly power,
but the dawn of mercy—
may you rise renewed,
like the forests after rain,
like the mountains after snowfall,
like a mother who remembers
the child she once held close.
Amen.
Our Gift of Easter
"Easter is the holiest of liturgical celebrations~
it is a time of farewells and renewal."
~the poet
The body and blood of Christ given up for humankind,
Crucified on a cross, condemned unjustly, all part of a prophecy;
Betrayed for pieces of silver and lies.
God's plan to save our souls iniquities; his only son the sacrificial lamb,
Resurrected from the depths of deaths darkness,
He lives within us; guiding our path with his light.
Our unwavering faith bringing us to glory,
immortality, throughout eternity.
For: Easter Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Date: March 27,2022
Placed 5th in contest
To WiseElders
in whatever age you may be found
headed even further North
and South
as each full year
revolving passes,
Our shared yet wounded WinLose Adolescent
remembers your WinWin childhood dreams
of adult songs and dances outside
together by day
and riding magic cumulus dreams
by FullMoon
EarthSpin watching
starlit romantic
matriarchal wombed WiseElder nights
of wounded bright
WinWin holy nature-spirits,
PositivEnergy delight
in ecopolitical revolutionary Left with Righting
Trust in birdsong Truth
and dipolar bear dancing Beauty.
Now is your time
to remember Earth's warm lit
secular song
with liturgical dancing wombs
and unfolding seeds,
LeftBrain too dominant Wrongs
and RightBrain too passive
LeftWinged songs
and WinWin childhood silent slights.
You were more Right dominant
as a secretly singing
and image choreographing
child.
We were more yin dominant
as if quietly sacred and natural
RNA within DNA mysteries
of newborn ecologically dominant
thriving childhood still searching
for our First WiseElder memory
reincarnating organic healthy-wealth
of singing Yang 4D powers
dancing bilateral YinYin process
reverse WinWin fractal-squaring speed
of co-enlightenment
Bold GREEN dances
through FullMoon lifelines
flying magic matriarchal carpets
backward
through WinWin revolving Time.
Marx and Spencer
Were I to tell you what I think of Spencer
(the middle-manager, without the “man”,
and vilest cockroach since the world began),
my poem would incense the meekest censor.
But when our hands in insurrection join,
we arm ourselves to take back what is ours,
red banners streaming from the highest towers,
my first clip’s going straight in Spencer’s groin.
Don’t tell me that we’re going to do it clean,
that revolution’s flawed unless it’s surgical.
Old Shakespeare knew (and why not get liturgical?)
let slip the dogs, you get mujahideen.
Drag Spencer out and bludgeon him to death.
Revenge, and not reform? I’ve seen Macbeth.
I studied liturgical theology in seminary.
Even so, I was struck by the simplicity
of Robin Wall Kimmerer's First Nation observation,
"Ceremony
is a vehicle
for belonging--
to a family,
to a people,
and to a land."
But,
what is necessary difference,
if any,
between ceremony and life,
between liturgy and loving words
and actions,
between medicine
and healing therapy?
Language
is a vehicle
for RightBrain sacred personal meaning
and LeftBrain exegetical purpose--
for co-arising ethology of Earth's sacred creation
and ecology of evolving and revolving,
spiraling lands and oceans
speaking in plant through harvest voices,
then Advent silence in-between
this great secular-sacred nutritional cycle
and divide.
Language of four-dimensional RealTime Seasons
with sacred and secular co-arising dynamic Reasons,
cooperative purpose
for gift economies
Flowing back toward (0)Soul Prime Relational meaning
for bilateral revolutions
of exterior Yang winds
covering interior Yin co-bilateral evolutions
of Earth's Sacred Baptismal Waters
Water minds
flowing
winding bodies.
Elder Sacred Right
speaks through ceremonies
of cooperative light,
ethology of Western Grace
and Eastern Karma,
co-arising Sacred Ecology
of polypathic love,
surpassing any creed,
language,
ceremony
Both (0)Sum Prime Relational Source
but also divinely sacred expanding love,
more perfectly cooperative Unions,
radical ecopolitical Welfare
of a species
within Earth's Great BiCameral Tribes
Speaking sacred Right meaning
and secular Left purpose
of restoring co-redemptive global vocations,
ego- with eco-therapies,
meditative medications,
bilateral secular-sacred co-intelligent consciousness.
Some of this
goes a bit deeper and yet wider
than what I love most
about Ecological Liturgy Studies.
So,
consider our (0)Soul BiCameral Source,
breathing Yang meaning and purpose in and up,
exhaling Yin ceremony and therapy out and down
Left 4dimensional SpaceTime Special Case,
Right Sacred PolyPathic OtherWise.
First and last, Mom's parasite,
resonantly peaceful tumor
with built in obsolescence.
Then, a moment between exodus
from symbiotic womb
into Earth's promised Eden,
democratic trees for GoodLife
and not autocratic EvilDeath.
Then time to exhale again
one last self-regulating
timeless
fertile eternity,
regenerous nativity.
In between, economically driven politicians
hoping to improve our cooperative tribal improvisations
on Gaia's liturgical soul-dance theme
With occasional speaking parts
after learning deep-listening wholes
on EarthTribe's polycultural
life and death
light and dark
revolving stage
Reproducing embryonic ego-tumors
with built-in obsolescent peace;
a moment between dancing exodus
and cooperatively sung regenesis.
Kids,
like adults,
who become ecologically active,
join in gardening,
urban, and suburban, and rural cooperative farming,
green environmental sciences,
school gardens as group art installations
and outdoor entertainment
and spirit/nature nondualistic humane-divine experience,
tend to be joiners and stayers,
sometimes annoying OpenSpace Occupiers
Who stray away
from competing subcultures
and millennially stray toward
green cooperatively-owned and
matriarchally co-managing climates
of healthy-wealth interdependence--
the opposite of competing encampments
for forced and loathed
compromising Win/Lose codependence.
Ecologically passionate kids,
like adults,
tend to be joiners
and stayers,
but if they stray away
then probably they,
like you,
only have so much time
in any one day
and they have found a more resiliently healthy place
to transparently WinWin
vulnerably, yet safely, play
Where Positive/Negative Energy Democracy
is another way to say
Let's listen Both/And
bilaterally Ego/Eco
Inside/Outside climates together
and not judge ourselves
or each other
as always autonomously Yang-good
or Yin-bad
when we could
instead
invite YangLeft with YinRight
to ecologically with theologically
roleplay WinWin plant planting nicer
as each creolizing
PositivEnergy
Trust-Democratic other
blooms where cooperatively planted.
Kids,
like adults,
who are ecologically active
tend to come from theo/ecological past WinWin joiners,
heading toward Left language for Right nutritional experience
ecopolitical secular/sacred vulnerable transparency,
yet safely protecting past errors
as long transparent,
permeable,
regenerative/degenerative lines
of WinWin Here with Now intent.
Health-evolving mission statements
free to reacclimate
mutual subsidiary
co-arising dipolar
Left with Right
inside/outside
Ego/Eco
Health/SacredWealth enculturation
of binomial ZeroZone
resilient ego-choices
For EcoTherapeutic revolutionary avocations,
praise,
liturgical dance,
sacred meaning
theological sacraments
for ecological purposes,
ethology of EarthTribe developmental phylogeny
Historical WinWin revolutionary dominant,
occasionally hysterical WinLose devolutionary,
EarthTribe compassionate
becoming WinWin
ego/eco-dominant.
When your voices stop
does the music stop, too?
When outside voices stop
can you hear stars sing
inside?
Does star song
deeply resonate with you
too?
When your WinLose tragic investments stop
does our WinWin comic co-opera begin
too?
When our WinWin cooperative investments flow
do your therapeutic climax outcomes
ease on down a more resiliently compassionate
Golden Rulish kinda' road?
When you step outside at night
plant yourself on Earth
look up at sparkling shared starlight,
can you hear star songs echoing inside
outside?
When I step outside at night
and the voices stop
I can hear their resonating understory,
variations on time's revolving EarthSound.
Can you hear more clearly
what has become us all along
too?
Star song memories
in dancing liturgical light
singing out preemptive resonance,
step one
and hopeful two.
I seem to remember
a golden post-toddler childhood
in which each day was a journey
ecstatically timeless,
yet within bookends
of coral dawn
and bruised dusk,
between waking from true timeless sleep
and returning to my evoluting inside place
for adventurous pilgrimage,
courage in face of nightmares,
curiosity looking full-face
between inside enchantments
and outside ecstasies.
But now
I am that parent who calls to liturgical dinner,
harvests and buys the victuals,
plans the sacramental meals
on my better focused days,
administers all cleansing rituals,
defends all rights against retributive trespass
and pollution
of sand and soul
water and soil
sacred energy...
Secular disenchantments
distract from Here we are in this inviting,
yet constantly changing,
day for just us Now,
far outweigh sacred enchantments.
Ecstasy feels like a reserve
preserved for early WinWin childhood
on a glorious summer day of liberty,
While mendacity of time's turbulence,
downdrafts,
push-back,
competitively usual business
projects lack of time for leisurely enchantments
from unseen dawn
through vaporizing dusk,
Two moments of each outdoor day
unlikely to engage my full, ecstatic,
still-parenting old age presence
remembering golden enchanting childhood.
--- Super Unintentional Devotions Unto You My Lord--
SHALLOW PRIDE
USUAL ACTIONS DENIED
PUBLIC FORUMS DIVIDE
EMPTY BELIEVES WRONG DECISIONS
RELIGIOUS FREEDOMS NO CHARISMA
UNITED FRONT NOTHING LEFT
NON BELIEVER UNDER ACHIEVER
IMMEDIATE INSEMINATION NO SIGNIFICATION
NOT A CUSTOM TOO ONE TRUE BELIEF SYSTEM
TERRIFIC IT'S ALL BOUT YOU NOT GOD/JESUS
EXTRA TIME TO CEASE AND FIRE
NEW IDEAS SAME GOD NEW DESIRE
TOP ABOVE OF THE CLASSES
INTENTIONAL BURDEN LOST THE FIRE
OLD VIEWS HEARTS DESIRES
NON BELIEVER NOW BELIEVING
ASSISTANT FROM THE ALMIGHTY
LESS OF MYSELF NOW I'M BLESSED
DOUBLE BLESSED AMEN
ELSEWHERE ENDOWED
VOID OF MY PROBLEMS NOW
ORDINARY I WOULDN'T BELIEVE
THIRD TIME A CHARM NOW I RECEIVE
INTENSE EMOTIONAL VIEW
OWN UP TO MY SINS I CHOOSE
NOCTURNAL NOW SOUND
SECOND TIME AROUND
UNIVERSAL GLORY THIS IS MY STORY
NIGHTLY CUES FROM ANGELS HUES
THIN AIR DON'T NEED IT NOW
OUR HOLD AND ETERNITY LIFE NOW WITH JESUS CHRIST
YOUNG AND CHOSEN
OBNOXIOUS NON BROKEN
UNDISPUTED TRUTHS
MORE ABSOLUTES
YOUNG AND SAVED
LITURGICAL BRAVED
OBEDIENT PREFERRED
REGULAR I AM CHOSEN BY THE BLOOD OF THE LAMB
DEEP DEVOTIONS PRAISE THE LORD OUR GOD, AMEN
super unintentional devotions unto you, My Lord
3/13/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©