Lay me down to sleep sweet Lord,
Place my head upon Your pillow,
Cover me with the warmth of Your sheltering,
Caress my temples,
Close my eyes with Your gentle touch,
Envelop and enfold,
Lay Yourself down upon me,
The blood of Your wounds healing,
Bring me to rest.
a poem by Jane Clark Scharl
The Swiffer glides, exactly as advertised,
Smoothly around the floor. I am in awe,
Or an infomercial. Beneath the bureau, surprised,
The dust bunnies have been busy,
And run like Auden’s years around the room.
Where does it come from, this trash
That, before I view it on the broom,
I have not seen, though born in my very home?
The Swiffer drags to the middle of the bare
Judicial tiles a specimen. I stoop and there,
Drawn in lines of long dark hair,
Is myself, in bits, disintegrating slowly in an
Endless crematorium, and all round in piles,
The rest of me: a hair, a lash, a million
Million discarded cells on the tiles
In an intricate heap. I am there, spun in webs
As delicate as a spider’s, but more useless,
A necessary decadence of a creation
That crowns itself not with happiness,
But with knowledge, just as in sweeping
The dust from my floor
I see and know myself more.
Assent to Revelations Veiled Mysteries
Faith symphonically proclaims
& melodiously sings her heart-warming-capturing Beauty
A transcendental atmosphere
Concrete Zion’s-trumpeted-truth,
Never-bending-eternally
Provoking redeemed-redeeming love
Opens wide the ‘kingdom within,’
Hearts that wake in compassionate desire
Divinely-Embered Coals radiantly blazing
From the touch of the Son of God
Reasons surrendered reward
Obedient to unreasonable reason
Strained neck, seeking higher things
Gymned-wisdomed
Born from passioned sufferings wake:
‘Behold the Lamb of God’
Harevsted within Christ’s Beatific Light
Heavenly Gravitating
Riding the Meekness of Christ
Humbly proceeding in divine candor
Growing, glowing onward infinitely bright.
Undeniable Truth
Unremorseful Slap in the ‘old man’s’ Face
Cold Water of Thirsting Reality
Supreme Invitation:
Wakeup and S(ee(a)!!!
Lucid Conscience’s Vast horizon
Calming the Whirling Storm Within
An Unnatural Bent on Heaven
Glory Bound Gracefulness
‘Love is Stronger than Death’
by Clinton R. LeFort
Ideologies dissipated, being immense,
The comfort of disappearing within the emergence of Truth,
Communion and unification,
No utterance, no verbiage, no useless chatter,
Idle and still, allowing, a quietness grows, infusion infiltrating,
Unafraid of mediocrity, fearing only myself, trusting…
The power of prayer experiencing an advancement,
Receiving beyond the bounds of entrapment, rubrics and law,
Obedience, obeisance, the willingness to be least, last,
Oh my surrender, oh my heart, oh my desire to go beyond my thoughts,
Unspoken, unheard, unbroken, cessation, penetration, illumination,
Kyrie Eleison, Christe Eleison, Kyrie Eleison.
I cannot soar and sing my Lord and love;
No eagle’s wings have I,
No power to rise and greet my King above,
No heart to fly.
Creative Lord Incarnate, let me lean
My heavy self on Thee;
Nor let my utter weakness come between
Thy strength and me.
I cannot trace Thy Providence and plan,
Nor dimly comprehend
What in Thyself Thou art, and what is man,
And what the end.
Here in this wilderness I cannot find
The path the Wise Men trod;
Grant me to rest on Thee, Incarnate Mind
And Word of God.
I cannot love, my heart is turned within
And locked within; (Ah me!
How shivering in self-love I sit) for sin
Has lost the key.
Ah! Sacred Heart of Jesus, Flame divine,
Ardent with great desire,
My hope is set upon that love of Thine,
Deep Well of Fire.
I cannot live alone another hour.
Jesu, be Thou my Life!
I have not Power to strive; be Thou my Power
In every strife!
I can do nothing — hope, nor love, nor fear,
But only fail and fall.
Be Thou my soul and self, O Jesu dear,
My God and all!
I will hold your people in my heart,
I will hear in the voice of my brother the glory of praise,
I will see in my sister the glory of faith,
I will perceive Christ in all those who touch my life,
I will learn to love even further,
Noetic attitudes give birth
To eternal fire consuming
Accomplishing Unaccomplishability
Healing Heartbreaks-surrendering to Eternal promises
Neon Signs say:’Not here but ‘elsewhere-’
under their skeptical breath.
Boredom plants its dying seeds
Resurrected in deaths hour
Vitality seeks a higher ground
Fertility’s Perfected Flower
Like two lovers embracing
In the midst of a family day
Always one arms length apart
In holding they never tire,
Their hearts ever inflmaed
One for the Other
Never Consummating loves Desire
Two-laned traffic
Illumining the passing night
Transcendent perfection leaves its trace
In the forboding stillness of death
Hurrying both in each direction
Transcendence desires and seeks otherness
Death the passingness of the Hour
Lifting higher and higher
Like a father’s response to his Son
Or the rising Sun
Branding its welcoming rays
On the tallest skylines of cities
Or humble cottaged homes
Perfection resits its containment
To all that’s here below
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