Monday
Plain Speech In The Open Fields
The sky glazes over in acidic pewter hues.
Winter sun succumbs to the approaching storm.
The birds become still.
The grasses cower.
Dry, brittle.
Knowing one more breeze may be their last.
And I, I gaze.
Ever watchful for some sign,
I test the air,
fill my nostrils,
seeking for any hint,
however subtle,
however slight,
of the fragrance of Moshiach.
My days of metaphor are ended.
I lay out my heart's desire in the open fields.
I dare the jackals to touch it.
I stand my ground against the vultures.
I will keep secrets no longer.
I await my king, my teacher.
Nothing else will satisfy.
Even if his gaze unmakes me,
Then unmade I shall be.
At least my eyes will behold redemption at last.
And if I do survive,
Im ready to be enlightened.
Made large enough, transparent enough
to stand and witness
the sky rolling up like a scroll.
The Holy One Blessed be He is coming.
To take His dwelling place among men.
Mere men, oh mortal dust!
No more will I speak obscurely
the time is long passed for that.
Awake Awake D'vorah!
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"Do we really have
time for poetry?"
"Do we really have
time for poetry?"
(You'll give her time for it if you know what's good for you..... that's all I'm going to say about it.)
Comments (8)
InStitches (Legacy)
Dear Little Red Hen,
There should always be time for poetry......especially poetry of this caliber.
There should always be time for poetry......especially poetry of this caliber.
Pragmatist (Legacy)
May it be soon. SOON!
Shalom
Shalom
sezrah (Legacy)
ryc: yes a couple of the fish did an impromptu nibble on my fingers, which was surprising but cool :))
kordelle (Legacy)
ma chère beautiful yetzirah
wow what a beautiful poet you are this is very powerful word stuff
what I was particularily drawn to in this verse was the vulnerability here expressed in religious ecstasy this leads me to feel that universal healing of the creator the redemption involves giving oneself up to divine grace
wow what a beautiful poet you are this is very powerful word stuff
what I was particularily drawn to in this verse was the vulnerability here expressed in religious ecstasy this leads me to feel that universal healing of the creator the redemption involves giving oneself up to divine grace
kordelle (Legacy)
dearest little red hen
and to your master darling cupcake
we dont need time for poetry poetry is always in motion even through time warps
keep eating your philosophy seeds little red I love those philosophical eggs that you lay
and to your master darling cupcake
we dont need time for poetry poetry is always in motion even through time warps
keep eating your philosophy seeds little red I love those philosophical eggs that you lay
Parett (Legacy)
Even though I am a Christian, I feel the same way you do. Your poem opened my heart even more. I've seen your love for our creator in person and know how sincere you are.
I just love kordelle!!!!
AND you, too! Parett
I just love kordelle!!!!
AND you, too! Parett
welshamethyst (Legacy)
RYC: Trust me when I say I am properly terrified. I PROMISE not to leave by the front door that you are standing guard upon *grins*
welshamethyst (Legacy)
*sigh* I also promise not to leave by the back door which is my usual means of exit and entry.......
The thing is, if I cannot leave tomorrow I cannot put the RRTJ in the mail. Do I get a dispensation for that?
The thing is, if I cannot leave tomorrow I cannot put the RRTJ in the mail. Do I get a dispensation for that?
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