Spiritual Poems:

[moondance]

Outside a church a girl with permanent
mine deep scratches on her face
silently sells me matches-I light a match
and through the round church window
I see a crucifix propping Gods eye open-
the earth his spinning eye-the cross and eye
bridging time-humanity's leap into a new religious
paradigm; cross and earth meet, man's divine
awareness is complete.That night I light two
matches beneath a full moon and place my
hand beneath the flames and see God the
hooded falcon and Jesus his falcon-they cannot
see the fire in the eyes of each other.
Dreams were my bird of prey as i slept-
I was drawn to a wilderness where Christ
wept nails and howled beneath a full moon.
The wind caressed my wings and his hair-
he looked into my eyes and intoned a prayer
and rain-stones came down onto the plains
and bounced off my bedroom window pane
waking me-in the mirror I could still see the
figure of Christ preserved within my eyes.
I watched the TV and Jesus witnessed history
in documentaries. Jesus returned in a dream,
watched the earth in two streams and altered
its history- ended poverty and war, then drank
from the waters. After waking, this was replayed
in my eyes- Jesus they would vaguely recognize
and in return he didn't accept his reflection
in the waters of the streams.

[MsJacquiiC]

This is an intriguing piece of work Barry! There's so much I love about this piece: the abstract visual, the lovely internal rhyme and the pithyness of it all really. Getting to the very endline, gives me a feel of "Physician. Heal thyself." or some such... How could one of such unselfish marvel, not marvel at his own reflection? You wonder what he sees. And it's intriguing. This piece reads to me like one facet of a princess cut diamond.

Nicely done! Thanks for the share

J.

[moondance]

hi there-thanks