LINES

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

Clinton R. LeFort

Mediocrity, an entire life,
Observing, an average life,
No great achievements,
Struggle and strife,
Stumbling toward the extraordinary,
A taste test sublime,
No buds blossoming,
Senses withdrawn,
Eating the bread of life.
Addictions dissolving,
Confessional, eyes upward,
Imperfections and a vast Beyond,

Mary the Dawn, Christ the Perfect Day;
Mary the Gate, Christ the Perfect Way!
Mary the Root, Christ the Mystic Vine;
Mary the Grape, Christ the Sacred Wine.
Mary the Wheat Sheaf, Christ the Living Bread;
Mary the Rose Tree, Christ the Rose blood-red.
Mary the Font, Christ, the Cleansing Flood;
Mary the Chalice, Christ, the Saving Blood!
Mary the Temple, Christ the Temple’s Lord;
Mary the Shrine, Christ the God adored.
Mary the Beacon, Christ the Haven’s Rest;
Mary the Mirror, Christ the Vision Blest!
Mary the Mother, Christ the Mother’s Son.
Both ever blest while endless ages run. Amen.

Simplicity coupled with intimacy,
God centered,
A profound stillness descends.