Category Archives: Theology

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Fear

Sidles over,
Swinging low
Sings its halting notes of
Graceless tension
Taut strings twanging
Sharp. A warning
Harken! now to doom
Your peril lurking
In every shadow:
Monster
Every sickness:
A demon that shouts the name of Healing
And seeks it’s own blind end

Third eying the door

The glimmer of another crystal

You participate in that archaic

Self-preservation system

Perhaps this time your skin will lift

This time you feel the shift

And it’s true

That rue will rule you

But it’s not a real end yet

Your sense of ruin

Is a tune you’re tired now of whistling

Kite-strings hissing

In that pre-storm hum

Then it’s done.

Not running, sailing

Lighting strikes to claim you

He always told you

Never need to fear

Now you feel it,

Air, cloud, scorched paper

The sound only your ears can hear

That song you ring with when all is clear

When terror turns it’s tail

And slinks away.

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Discern, he said

Don’t judge

With the measure you use

It will be given back to you

Tenfold, running over

Out of your arms and back to into them

You are doves delivering news of dry land

You are serpents making a path through sand

You are Shamayim, everything contained

Chaos within limits within oceans within coasts

Love yourself as others do.

Love others more

Everything is perfect in moderation,

Including excess

Everything has time, a speed,

A point, departure, entry, regress

A place. A space

Even reason has its own season

Let me ingest my own advice first

See if it is worth dispensing.

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I tried to unsee but all I know is

Christ

In the way he says

I’ll never turn you away

Christ

In the sunrise,

In my blindness

Christ

In the Buddhist, in the Tao,

Beyond the temple

Christ

In the fallen and in the raised 

In my childhood,

Rosary light across the sea

In my weariness and in the lightning

Christ

In the multitudes

In singularity

Christ in their patience,

In their common sense

Christ

Despite current events;

And within them

Christ

I see you in Mollison and Lovelock,

In Antarctic heat waves

In rainforest relics

In my blistered conscience

Christ

Where I thought I’d escaped

Where you carried me

Christ

In expansion and condensation,

In the shield and the suffering

Christ despite Tiananmen,

Christ in Hong Kong

Falling apart and breaking through again

In fish and fields,

In their fearful hesitation

Christ

Whether I make it or I don’t

Christ

In every substance and story

Whether I’m sane or insensible

Christ

In the focussed timebomb of the present

Christ

Despite all instants, all irrelevancies

Love

Is your name and I am here because truly all is

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There is no one solution

To our dissolution

We desire an endless peace

Communion

A settling, a smoothing out

A relief from the dints of every slight sound and thought

That keep us wakeful

The small, subconscious bumps

These peas hidden, prodding

Bruising even through piles of featherdown

Keeping us turning,

Over and over

Most placed unwittingly

Through no fault of others, or our own

Of sabotage we will not speak.

We cannot blame You

When sunset and sunrise follow one another

Only by Your bidding, and Your love

Is the rhythm by which we rise and fall

In spite of agony I know

Your sweetness

Soft, steady

I cannot help but worship, discounting pain

At this, I am still more in awe

And praising You, cannot help

But rest

Even here, in my displaced state

I love You more.

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Cannibal Kingdom

Audio version

Always Eve’s idea

To give ear to the long one

In the interests of equity

Ecological democracy

Give pleasure a chance

Reconnaissance, not romance

Man retains enjoyment

Yet perfect, pleasing, God-sent

Husband, home, employment

Become vaguely insufficient

It’s because she gathers

Novelty, her search-image

It’s supposed to serve her

The urge to collect

Into her arms the lovely, fallen

Entire orchard of paradise

And lose herself in the giving and receiving

But again she’s coming to

With its hard tongue inside her

Eyes open under thick scales

Slip-squeezing muscular

Air only a prayer away but

Dusky, half-forgotten…

Squirm out of cold coils

Back to the warm, honest soil

Of birth and rebirth

The cinnamon-scent of earth

Listening for holy footsteps

Hearing murmuring of wasps

Chasing nectar-dripping skin

And so it begins

Anew

Beside her in the furnace

Gold calf forming, reliquefying

She drinks in each burning breath

Long, deep, uniform

Sweating out the venom

Thinking of eternal love

And on the third day she rises

Sloughs the grey, blistered skin

One long, untidy tangle

Walks upright again.

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12/12/13

In a paradigm of eyes

Lies paths charted yesterday

By earnest men in boats of words

Restless hearts for those in yokes

To see them broke, and baring pure light,

Aglow from inside. Fields none of us can tread:

Foxglove and feverfew

Febrile dreams, vivid in beds

Of eyebright, for the Lord’s delight

We are bound to these crosses

Hung on them

Drawn and quartered by words opposed

Hoping for an outlook of yeild,

Something unseen

A gleam, buried

Beneath the roots and skeletons of weeds

Thorn upon thorn piled in this rubbled mess

Of the ones who have been pulled up before

We live with our eyes, searching for that horizon

In the sharp smoke of guttering flames

Arching back upon ourselves,

Needing your streams to clear our heads

Your breeze of change, the steadiest gale in this

Storming uncertainty.

We’re yelling for you to wake,

Our rudder. Our oars.



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Simbahan

A tree is a tree is a tree

Concrete is concrete

Dust is as a Bangladeshi street

Motifs are devout, sacrosanct

As in my distant childhood

Yet you persist in my present

Hovering afterimage over green alleys, banana fronds

Taro-supplanted drainage lines

Chasm-high concrete pillars

Planted like hands on hips astride slipping valleys

Coin-coloured stones

A phantom in triplicate,

Ever attendant in dressed stone solemnity

Juxtaposed colourful confession

The confidence splashed over the sides of pedicabs

And sprinkled over food,

Bowed heads making stanzas holy.

A house is a house

Is a home, is a workzone

Is a labour. Is love

Faithfully limping down with slops in hand

Animals and dependants bawling

Vines crawling ceaselessly over food

Waiting for a Day to rest

Home is here

Where humidity rises,

Golden in the close din

Of coconut smoke and roosters roaring.