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nuptial sacra-mentality here's one i've been crafting on for the past couple of weeks. not sure it's done yet. does it make you see, hear, feel, or remember?
Where my weakness finally meets
your weakness
in the pitiful weakness of One Dying;
Crucible forging strength’s
final awkward permanent vulnerability
Not the first flowery altar
shaded garden of
love’s acquaintanceship
where rings exchange vows
and eat cake,
reveling in water baptism’s easy wine.
Glory’s first public kiss
imbibes Capuletian crypt’s slow venom.
for union dies a thousand times
secretly
amid shrouded gardens of gall
germinating in earth’s altar
testing years
twisting fears
tasting tears;
protections surrendered
criticism crucified with contempt
tangibilitating Love’s Life
flourishing frail-tree
extravagant
Eucharistic Friendship
ever Rising from the ground.
Labels: poetry
posted by John David Walt | at 7/14/2006 05:39:00 PM
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6 Comments:
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I love this one JD - you are joining so many ideas here in a beautiful way.
Thought of something Nouwen said when I read this... "A seed only fourishes by staying in the ground in which it is sown. When you keep digging up the seed to see if it is growing, it will never bear fruit. Think about yourself as a little seed planted in rich soil. All you have to do is stay there and trust that the soil contains everything you need to grow. This growth takes place even when you do no feel it. Be quiet, acknowledge your powerlessness, and have faith that one day you will know how much you have recieved."
it's beyond me, jd, but at the same time it isn't. that usually means there's something special about it. it's almost like what you speak of...impossible to understand all the components, but if you just move through it you get the bigger picture.
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I am so thankful that your words can reach even here. I am missing the walts so much and these blogs have brought me back ever time i read.
this poem is above me, honestly, but i want to talk it over with you. I'll be there soon. Can't wait to talk over Kenyan's black acidic bite.love wes
Major depth here, like the awkward permanent vulnerability...that is good summation of marriage, isn't it?
This is one to soak in awhile in order to have it permeate one's thoughts...seems like this came from your soul, with some pain perhaps in writing it?? Or was it deep joy?
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