A circle – touching our humanity.
Two eyes – two hands – a shadow – once – transfigured –
near. Each night the stars – eternity
that intersects – a dusty signature.
I speak – and like the rising moon a light
appears. No certainty – alive – two wings –
a bird that arcs between. Today – tonight –
tomorrow – ever listening – we sing.
A discipline – a chastity – the tides
of deep eternity – no thread of text
unbroken. Silently he walks beside –
in trembling I hear. A holy guest –
an urtext of divinity – the dawn –
the universe awaiting to be born.
An eagle on the edge – attune – perceiving
in a man heaven’s totality –
in lonely flight – surveying our planet’s grief.
A mystery – the one infinity
resides within – unique – God with us – always.
Feathers windswept by the rain – observes –
among the inexhaustible rays –
a Punctum Archimedis. Reserved –
the eagle flies towards our history –
the Son enclosing us in life – today
is as his yesterday – a mystery –
the present overwhelmed – the now portrayed
as bounded by the one who is and was
and is to come – in nothingness – a cross.
The distant trees are sheltering the birds.
We hear but cannot see. A fragrance. God
descends to us with meekness, unobserved.
A theologian waits for Aaron’s rod
to flourish. Tiny flowers, nuts – so beautiful –
the evidence of heaven. With gentleness
he forms his words. Eternity fulfilled.
The Spirit moves – perhaps he feels the breath.
Like Barth I had a stroke – no speech – he spoke
of Zechariah. Secretly the moon
awaits its birth. No radiance – a token
of our incapacity. No bloom –
observe the fields. The King of Light deserves
our zeal – we sprout – we prophesy our words.
I dreamt of landscapes covered in cloud – so dark –
as dark as death. The floods arose – my son –
my God, my God, why have you forsaken
me? That night I woke before the dawn –
the Easter moon – the stars – a radiance.
I cannot take the place – each death is his.
The noose was in his wardrobe – a resident.
I came home early – he held his head within
his hands – he spoke to me – so sorrowful.
In time – a providence – eternity –
a shadow of a greater radiance –
the son attune. He crowns his head with oil.
A shepherd calls – in Adam all is lost –
in me you have your true identity.
The sunlight on the steps. The shadows move.
I hear the bell birds – one by one – the breeze
is gently circling through the leaves. Approved –
a finer intellect – reality.
Is it incompatible – the thought
of a return? The world to come shall be
just as it is with us. Each thing – distorted
in this life – the child asleep is free
to sleep within the world to be – the clothes
we wear – we wear them still – each thing
shall be the same. The Coming One has chosen
not to change the world by force. A ring –
a robe – the sandals for our feet – a slight
adjustment – that is all – each thing – bright.
Walter Benjamin – quoting Hassidic writing.
The moon – the reddening clouds – the silent sky
bears marks. A shadow of another time.
The moon – a mirror – snowy clouds – a dye
of evening – the nameless named. A rhyme
brings deeper meaning. Harmony – a ship
upon the waves – supported. Revelation –
timelessness in time – a life equipped
with holiness – in this – the incarnation.
From without – religion sublimated –
alien – incomprehensible –
the sinner justified – the culmination –
through grace of God the thing impossible
becomes an actuality – a Name –
including all who have faith in the Name.
Birds sing before the rain. The psalmist knew.
Within the river rounded stones. At night
the twinkling lights – infinity in view.
I woke one morning knowing this – a brightness.
Circles within circles – beneath, above,
within. I saw a bush on fire – I
became another I – a deeper love –
an angel of the Lord in flames of fire
appeared. No human light. No light of dawn.
Religion anticipates what God will do.
No anticipation here. I knew – reborn.
That night I looked out on the sea. Above
the waves – a rainbow. A sign. A covenant.
Transcendence dwelling in our immanence.
A rainbow in the morning sky – my father
wakes up early – as always – that day
I heard his cry – surprised – a kookaburra
looked at him – and all around were rays
of light – my father’s not religious – yet
he felt something – he has a photograph –
a golden boat – perhaps – a rainbow’s end.
My father’s ninety one – our conversation
rarely veers towards my faith – forgetful –
yesterday I asked – what was your mother’s
name – he thought – said Clare and then said – Lily” –
he got up from his seat – went down the hall –
and then returned – he held a plastic glass –
“just lift it to the light” – inscribed was – Lily.
“Adam…the rainbow… Jesus…the sun.”
At was for me – my father’s grandfather
inscribed these words – his French inheritance
revealed by the initial word. Isaiah
fifty three – the place of penitence.
Twice he wrote the phrase – and then the surname –
Hebert. 1896. I have
a photo of his daughter – Lily – pure –
a symbol of her innocence. He was
afflicted yet he opened not his mouth –
a lamb before its slaughterers. A choice –
the evil or the good – denied – a Sabbath.
Neither in the root or crown of this
particular tree – the sun appears to all –
I hold it to the light – a life restored.
A bush aflame – a singularity –
for like the universe’s birth – ablaze
the infinite appeared – a voice was heard –
ehyeh asher ehyeh – ehyeh – yhwh –
I am who I am – I am – YHWH
(a holy name unspoken – those who read
these words will say – Hashem or Adonai –
a timelessness occurring within time) –
the Jews are witnesses – each generation
hosting the unseen. Why had he come –
the bush on fire without a twig consumed –
the misery – the Tetragrammaton
declared – my people’s misery – on fire
within – a flame alive in its desire.