Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Poem for Holy Saturday

The God-Man sleeps today:
The Son of Adam in the earth, adamah,
of which he was taken through His mother,
nourished on the wheat, the oil, the wine,
the milk and honey of His people's land.
The Son of God in the depths, sheol,
to which he was abandoned by His own,
who mocked his thirst with vinegar and spite,
the cursing and the tree-curse of His law.
But though consigned to death,
and giving up His spirit yesterday,
today He takes up Adam from the grave.
Today He breaks the chains of death and hell,
and chains the tyrant with the second death.
Today He calls the dead to follow Him,
ascending with the captives in His train.
Patriarchs and prophets,
Kings and Men of Old,
arrive and see the wise thief in His joy.
And this unseen upheaval of all things,
this shaking-out of sheol and the dead
spills out into the tombs of righteous men
who rise to greet the Lord upon the morn.
And we, the scattered sheep of God,
wait upon our Lord.

Saturday, April 7, 2018

Poem for Holy Friday

God is dead
and I am buying apples at the store.
I turn in my hand each
Granny Smith and inspect it
for bruises,
and some I put in the plastic bag
to take home and eat.
Each is dead.
Each is cut off from the tree.
But each has, too, within itself,
the seeds.
Each seed a world of apples that may be,
If the seed but accepts that it must die,
be buried in the earth,
and rise again,
into a life-giving tree.

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

There and Back Again

There were a number of reasons why my blogging disappeared from here, hosting did move (and the interface there was terrible, so I didn't blog much), LinkedIn has been a forum for posting that gets read by more people (but I feel a bit cramped by the business focus), The Prytaneum took some of the bandwidth (but is ostensibly a group blog aimed at paidea, so also not exactly what this blog is), and my conversion to Orthodoxy has been a major source of caution, setting a guard over my lips that I may not sin rashly (having done that plenty in many fora, here included).

But I think I am in a place to begin to think and poetize and discuss here again, Lord have mercy.

So if you are still reading, thank you for your patience. I hope you may enjoy the occasional fruits of my contemplation.