Holy Prophets Elijah and Elisha
If god lived in the sun she’d send her friends
a chariot of bubbling gas ablaze;
wheels of turning heat and burning reins of haze:
dynamism to carry off her ends.
The seat fabricate from sheer brace of power,
the floor ignites with planes of burnished flame,
the sun gives power to shape and nail the frame,
all conflagration to extol god’s hour.
If god lived in the sun she’d thaw the one
hamstrung in the gospel frozen from fears,
love hobbled in the cold, paused and icy tears;
her church where nothing may be done.
Defiant, Elisha followed him to fire,
felt heat and life, blessed with fierce love entire.
Elijah’s cloak over Elisha (sculpture by Betsy Porter — betsyporter.com)
The Wedding Surprise
A man, a king, invites us all to jump
to make his own world great again, not ours.
Tyrants by all names, Putin or called Trump,
Imagine the world subject to their powers.
We first seek God among the many decent,
Who find their names inscribed on the king’s floor-plan.
Their gold-edged invitations the king has sent
To let them think they’re different from the poor man.
But the poor are there, waiters, homeless sons,
Ice addicts, women trafficked, trapped and cowed,
Like ‘Where’s Wally’ we watch the poorer ones,
Try to see God hidden among the wedding crowd.
Look! That person who may be from the slum,
God, roughly dressed and humble, has finally come.
- Matthew 22:1-14
- Jesus begins his parable, ‘The Kingdom of heaven is like a man, a king, (anthropo basiliei)’, perhaps warning the reader not to identify God with this human tyrant.
The Wedding Procession – Fabbi Fabbio (1861-1946)
My book, Sonnets on Sunday, a print version of the sonnets on this web-site, will be out in a few weeks. I’ve finally organised an ISBN for the book, 978-0-9925536-0-9, and uploaded the cover for Books in Print. Geographe Bay never looked so good. Near the end of the journey!
The National Library will complete the Catalogue in Print data, and a friend will write a back cover blurb. Then the digital ‘galley’ will go to the Environmental Printing Company for printing. Near the end of the journey!
Our hearing goes as years grow old and God
speaks to our hearts in bracing ways and still
God reaches out like fire to lightning rod
to defibrillate deaf hearts, re-set will.
The spoken Word is void and hearing’s sense
has lost its power to move and renovate.
In old age the calm centre flares intense
In inner fire comes Spirit advocate.
The Word has become a perilous false guide
in querulous senility sounds blurred,
trust God not the ear, and be satisfied
when experience matches the remembered Word!
Persist in the tension of paradox,
the Word can appraise the true orthodox.