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“There is nothing worse than ignorance in motion” Goethe
Roaming round the white altars
Where pharaohs raised their arms
The black pig of ignorance
Casts a passing shadow
Across the shafts of Lotus columns
Erect Egyptian guardians of stillness
Watching undisturbed over eternal time
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The kitchen was filled with the fragrance of cinnamon
In the air there was the smell of Christmas
Cloves and ginger and cardamom
Lemon and orange flower honey
While outside it was snowing.
In the kitchen the fire was roaring
And the chilled sparrows came to feed
On the crumbs of Christmas cookies
I placed on the window ledge
They too knew it was Christmas
The world outside of man knew
Something special was happening
God had appeared once among men
So that man could become Christ-like
Yet all the rest of nature met Him every day.
They knew Him from the beginning of creation.
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When I lived among you, I too
Used words
Your words.
When I lived among you, I too
Was filled with talk.
The long and short dialogues
Filled
With their little imprecise creatures
Inferior characters,
Manipulable,
Untruthful,
Sometimes out-right deceivers
Now I rely solely on silence
Filled with feeling
Or music filled
With the notes of pictures
“But what is this you write, if not words?”
“It’s a way of reaching you”
Special Words from a Special World
Not uttered from the realm of the present form
Poetic marks, syllables from the soul
God’s messengers from the other side
Sign posts of Mercury
Vestments of angels
Constructed in a more perfect structure
Searching out to you
To pull you in
Into the silent world outside your present heart
And mind closed by sin
Outside of your present reality
Epilogue
Once beyond understanding
Now understood
Without words
In a new sonata form
Transformations
Of opposites
Inversions
Of error
Transmutations into
Silent feeling
Musical song pictures
Containing the structure
Of final LOVE
Within a new sonata form
Rooted in a timeless garden
Of divinity regained
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Down in the valley of Death
Where the Demons live
Many a man has heard their call
Which has killed his soul
And at the altar where witches chant
Their dark spells out do fly
And many a man has lost his life
Bye and bye
This is the land where Demons live
Ravaging life and mind
And all the music of the universe
Is in their evil darkness cursed
This is the land where Demons live
A land of violence and crime
Covered with blood and endless tears
A land of hate and infinite fears
This is the land where Demons live
A land of war and death
Of poisoned wine from deep dark wells
And minds that live in inner Hells
This is the land where Demons live
A world of wretchedness and sin
Where dreams are all forever lost
As the wreck of their world is taken in
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I cannot reveal all my sins,
only God knows their damage
and the gravity lying within.
It is a list filled to overflowing
Greater than the unredeemed and unknowing.
But in humble penance,
God pours in grace,
bringing back an ancient purity,
a reflection of love and tenderness,
reborn in traceless sincerity.
So now I watch all my words,
I tame the body and its impulses,
letting silent conscience instruct me,
teaching me what virtue knows.
I entrust myself to God’s hand
that guides me in everything,
I strip my mind of all vile thoughts and vice
And live anew, blessed on the shores of Paradise.
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In the house of my conversion
Arriving here only by chance
Past pleasures became aversion
Frozen steps melted into dance
The invisible procession to peace
Began from tabernacles of the just
Over corrupting cliffs without cease
To resurrection of Christ’s power without lust
From Hell to Purgatory and on to grace
Angelic visions of rebirth were seen
A guarantee for renewal became a race
To heavenly skies of a supernatural dream
Where perfect minds and form
Rose up again from the old
Saved from their past sins outgrown
Brought back home again out of the cold
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Afternoon sunlight angled deep and low
Across the flooded fields of sunflowers aglow
Massive strips of sparkling yellow fairy light
Travelling over green and ochre tilled lands bright
With drops of rain, like tears from late day showers
On giant comic faces and trembling leafy hands
Each bizarre and staring flower posing in sunshine stands
And seems to laugh, echoes of forgotten renaissance heroes
Lost in breezes in farm fields of known and knowing flowers
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Vain cares of the Future
“Vain cares of the future
Do not disturb our gentle slumber
Ambition has never conquered us
With the untroubled life
That the Creator gave us
We are at peace and content”
from Earthly Delight in God (1724)
Barthold Heinrich Brockes (1680-1747)
THE VOICE OF GOD IS HEARD
In the boxwood scented moisture
Of this ancient city cloister
Breath presses against breath – and then a voice
Heard passing through the centre of my soul
It was the voice of God, I heard it clear and whole
“The world’s more full of weeping
Than you can understand”
“The world’s more full of suffering
Than appears to you at hand”.
Behind this pain and suffering in an eternal ground
There flows the ever-present sweetness of God’s love
Touching and dissolving away the suffering that's found
Uncertainty and worry cannot pass into its perfection
Beckoning all who hear it to remain happy and sound
Beyond the anxious worry and cries of today
Which fill our time with tears
The voice spoke out as if God were very near
Live, enjoy, like innocent nature that lies
In care-free blessed blue and cloudless skies
Unconscious in its trusting faith cancelling out all fear.
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( Homage to Emily Bronte “Spellbound”)
Although I feel the night is wrapped around me
And the tyrant descends to let in the cold
Although the pines no longer block the glare
And malignant beams enter into Morpheus’ cave
Although everything is bowed down with ice and snow
And clouds stand stationary above the waste below
Although near voices speak with insane passion
And even the cats cover their ears and run away
Although I have endured much and have overcome
And the arrogant and ignorant still reign in their fashion
Although we wait with patience for our authority
And the last farthing will soon be paid
I cannot move, I will not move, I cannot go
I cannot rise above and be no more and here.
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The big bronze bell was tolling
From the façade of St Peter’s
An incessant toll above death
88 clangs from its open mouth
The Angelus Bell rang out
For the years of Francis’ life
Over the sky of Rome
A clear celestial blue
The blue of the Virgin mother
Through which we see God
Men of the clergy on the right
Royals and politicians on the left
The chorus sings the Requiem
No melody can melt away
The broken world of sin
Nor wake the dead lying alone
In a wooden box on the cold stone
As the mourning clouds rolled in
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