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Wednesday, March 02, 2005
I build her a cake or something. . .
Following is a poem I keep pondering through-- can't decide why I like it-- but I do and was thinking about it this morning. We had Chris & Phileena Heuertz in town from Word Made Flesh www.wordmadeflesh.org The poem also reminds me of something Jason Upton shared with us while he was here last week-- about God always showing up in fire and never in forms. ponderous. . . . .

Why Not Be Totally Changed into Fire?
(after the Verba Seniorum)

Why not abstain from words?
Why not become what is hidden?
Why not rain into an ocean?
Dogs are leaping from windows,
Swimming in the lake and trotting
Across the lawn, their heads held high.
Why not dine on ashes?
Why not pluck out an eye?
Why not send gifts to one who dislikes you?
Why not forsake clothing in the noonday sun?
Leaves of grass neither spin nor reap.
Why not become all eye?
Why not give away your books?
Why not walk through cities
As through the outer precincts of hell,
Alone to tell what you have to tell?
Will our eyes become a dialogue in grass?
A raven flew into a lighted room, perched
On a table, and flew outside into a storm.
Even the emperor fell silent.

Jerry Harp-- taken from Monkscript: Literature, Art and Spirituality

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posted by John David Walt | at 3/02/2005 10:10:00 PM

 

1 Comments:

Blogger Isaac said...

Wow! THat peom has so much going on it will take me a while to digest it all. I particularly like these lines:

Why not abstain from words?
Why not become what is hidden?
Why not rain into an ocean?

Why not dine on ashes?
Why not pluck out an eye?
Why not send gifts to one who dislikes you?


Such intriguing, and scary questions. Why don't we do these things? What would happen if we did?

Hmmm....

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