More Theological Poetry

 

More theological poetry by the mysterious person known as the deacon. Also on the YouTube list, I have added a reading of William Blake and Vladimir Solovyov. You can listen to the reading here for all the poetry: (link to YouTube)

The Patriarch

Near the uneven hill,

Where giants now sleep,

An altar made of stone.

 

Among the ancient oaks

Beneath that Hunter's belt,

There the promise made.

 

The Patriarch proclaims,

By the Ancient of days,

We will never be forgotten.

 

 

In the Heart

So much more you say,

So much more to this life.

At once I am dumbfounded,

Am I not standing upon the mountain?

 

Winds come lay my foundation bare,

My sweet Earth open now the deep,

Oh, great fires come claim your timber!

Still, you are in none of these?

 

“Here I am” you whisper gently,

Not here, not there, or beyond me.

Not in the winds, the earth, or the flame

For its in the heart where you call to me.

 

The Cry

By the waters of Babylon I laid weeping,

Day and night crying out in misery.

No one to care, no one to comfort me.

Alone, abandoned, without solace.

 

The void began to bubble forth, it came forth to claim me.

Crying out with Trepidation I said, “please do not forsake me”

and again in great dread, “Am I not the work of your hands”

 

Then over the waters over that great ethereal space.

With mirth and jubilation you cried out, “My son I will never forsake you”

And again in exaltation, “my hands and work you must now be”

 

 

 

 

 

That Hidden Place

You say not to go to the heavens, nor to go under the earth.

For it is within you that you say I must be found.

By what great mystery do you make me your habitation?

You are greater than all things, above and beyond everything.

 

Does the bear say to the mouse I will sleep in your den?

When does the sparrow make room for the eagle to lodge?

Show me when a lion who goes to feast with the rooster!

 

In that inner door is where you stand and knock,

I hear your voice calling for me to come in,

You wait to welcome me into that hidden place

There you have prepared our feast, a table of many delights.

 

The Cave

In a cave you came to us, the darkest of dens.

Home of the spider, the newt, and bat.

Not one crevice could they hide,

From the brilliance of your divinity o Son of God

Among those creeping things there you found me,

Something you should have crushed beneath your feet

Then there were those who learned from the stars,

They brought costly gifts, but this was not me.

I was lost in shame. like Gomer hidden in disgrace

Yet, like the prophet you made me yours.

You made more costly than any treasure,

You made me shine brighter than any star!

Behold, I have become the   your nativity!

Every Crumb

What have you done, what is this within me?

I am no longer the same, my members now most radiant.

I have become all-light, the city built on a Hill.

My residents all wear now the garments of luster

No more shadows found on the wall!

The funeral parlor now is a place for feasting!

The long winged bat no longer has a place to play!

You have not held back, you given me everything:

Every morsel, every crumb, every drop-you are mine.

There is not one place where you are not,

My body, the empty closet, now the wardrobe of your divinity!

 

A Foolish God

In that old trash den, in the great rubbish pile.

There I was discarded and you came to me and said,

“You are my mine, my treasure, my peril without price”

Astounded was I at this, Amazed but I could not understand.

 

What value is there in moldy bread?

What could you exchange for a broken dish?

Who sees a wilted flower and puts it into a vase?

 

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

So, tell me when did you lose your vision?

For truly you are a foolish God for loving me.

Since you're so insistent, I give you everything I have.

 

Lord of Madness

What is this in my hidden chamber,

Once empty, now filled with precious stone.

 

Who puts all such wealth in an open pot filled holes?

What kind of banker invests when there is no return?

Who sees a sinking ship and jumps on?

 

What marvel, unmerited, and undeserved.

Is there no logic to your love?

The apostle was the greatest of sinners,

 

Clearly, I have surpassed him in my deeds.

Why give to me without reserve?

 

All of your children must be deranged,

Truly you are a Lord of Madness,

For love me so recklessly and give to me without measure