A Friend of Trappist’ (for Brother Rodney)

The Hermit…
Now huddled in a hovel
Left his Monastic dwellings
Forsook his brothers for a time
shed his cloak and robe
to don the guise of just another
“Joe blow”
 
Unable to sate…
What his heart has yearned for
Disciplined in the ways of humility, selflessness modesty
And finds that meditations, hours, Angels, charity
Still leaves him in a state of longing
In Grace but wondering…
Is there yet still more?
In seclusion he denies self
And waits…
Fasts himself into a higher plane
Face down prostrate is where he prays
His tears salt the earth
A seedling soaks it in
A single blade at a time
The grass grows beneath him
High above…
An eagle espies a field mouse near him
In a power dive swoops down
Mighty talons clasp it’s prey
it’s business as usual
in the order of things
all is as should be
 
Meantime…
In solitude you search
Life continues…
And it’s all
In a day
In a day
In a day
Open your eyes and adjust to the light
See in the dark in faith
Go to where you are needed
Give as given
You will be given what to say
For all the good of intentions
Are sometimes worthless pursuits
If while nurturing a single blade
Your imprint blocks the light
And stifles a once verdant pasture!
Saint Francis made a statement
powerfully…
Silently…
not by seclusion,
but by a Powerful walk
And an immutable statement of fact
made to be by The Holy Spirit
clearly heard!

“All things working together for good…” -Romans 8:28

A “Return To Sender”


“A Return To Sender”
For all the many choices
In a moment
In an hour…
In a day
In a lifetime
It always seems to boil down to one of two
No matter where we are
What we are doing
Even at a four way stop
Pondering…
Only the one of two
Only the one of two in Three
are truly of any appreciable consequence
Given a choice…
Of will
Of way
Right “Now”
There is only One to cleave to and obey
One to forsake
We would leave on a moment’s notice
Given a ticket to paradise
Pack no bags
For this journey
There is nothing material of value to take
Dual citizenship for a murmur’s time
In the Great heart of matter
To be in…
Yet not of
In the midst of turmoil
You offer life eternal
Peace, rest , Love
Unfathomable
How in an appointed moment of time
We are confronted by a Truth
That sunders the veil
Of every conception of man
Every theory of time and space
Become irrelevant pursuits
It is always
And can only be
Hear and Now in You
Self-sufficiency melts away In Your presence
Malfeasance shed…
Filthy rags and remnants of yesterday
“More than sufficient”
Denouncing the “old man” and his ways
Still a constant struggle
And a conundrum prevails
Tears the page
These thoughts that stream so much fiercer now
In a heart ablaze
And one seems to forget more
The harder one tries
What initially came to mind so effortless-ly
Finding it hard to remember what it was
One was truly intending to say
Maybe it’s for the best
Goes much easier when we learn to accept and face
rather than engage in futile attempts to circumvent
Pre-ordained inevitable trials and tests
those small tastes of effects
in lost causes
that assist in steering courses correct 
Take the change as it comes
Reflect upon the wonder of…
The unknown mystery
That every now and then peeks out at us and seems to say:
“did you catch it? Ya’ gotta’ be quick,
perhaps next time and many wonderful next times without limits”
We must confess
There are things we are not meant to comprehend
Nor should we even continue to try
But we will..fer’ sure!
Eventually…
Deep in our heart of hearts we know
That we don’t know all
But know, that we know, what we know
Of what is imperative and essential in the utmost order
We accept in faith and trust and belief
That You are all there is to know
Funny…these glory bumps
How they just catch us by surprise every time
That tingling we learn not to fear
Tis’ but the beginning of wisdom
And the strength in weakness subtly being imbued
Well on our way
To becoming “well equipped”
In the midst of testing by trials and tribulations
Learning perseverance…
In fierce prevailing storms
Your tender whisper resounding!
For every creature comfort
We are loathe to deny
A rationale is conceived
In the blink of an “I”
Resisting change
And sometimes…
Embracing a means to self-justify
These are but lies
And doldrums now
To be cast aside
And not worthy of a second thought
We all must “run”
At one time or another
“fight or flight?”
But once taught
It reiterates again and again
That there are only one of two options
To
“Run from”
Or “run to”
Only one of the two
Guarantees a safe return 
To the ‘SENDER’
  

Winning The Bronze-A collaborative effort by Doug Blair, Jody and Anthony Gomez

service

Stop everything!

Put your highlighters down.

Hold on wait just a minute will ya’?

You too Mr. so-called writer,

don’t tap-it-tee-tap-tap me out on your keys just yet!

First we gotta’ ask as we take a  looksee around…

Somethings missing here?

Think for a minute before you go tappin’ on my keys

And post me up on a screen…

For everyone to see

We’ve heard of it

read of it

glimpsed it

but where has “it” gone?

Where is the foot washing?

Why so scarce?

Flowing tears

Flowing hair

In contrition

Where…

Is the anointing of alabaster?

Where is service

If all are masters? (Anthony)

Is the only fragrance here

The sweat and human agenda?

Is there time to stop

Fall down

Contemplate those beautiful feet

About to tread

Via Dolorosa? (Doug)

A path accepted for worn souls

Tread lightly upon this ground for

When the path is found the

Stations will be policed by a serpent’s tongue

Heavy burdens, a cross to bear

Forgiveness awaits there (Jody)

And really this is Rightly discerning

That sword of division.

Through crosses We have Him.

Through crassness They have the alluring gold

 Presumably. (Doug)

Presume, assume, surmise, hypothesize

Fictitious works and walks

Shiny, attractive ornamental mouthpieces

Charm the asps from the sweet grasses in which they lie

Go to the wilderness and seek the bronze scales

Erect them high and mighty on the Carpenter’s wood

Healing awaits there (Jody)

(What a powerful juxtaposition to ponder deeply in this split screen image below! 🙂

the rock of israel

John 3:14

Numbers 21:8

image by Ron DiCianni