Life’s True Passage

Don’t turn your heart from the things that matter most—

the inner dread,

the thoughts and fears

that fill your head.

 

Through these is where true freedom flies—

true human life,

courageously lived

from within life’s strife.

 

Don’t run or hide from the pains which plague you—

humanity’s diseases,

burdens bringing

unearthly surprises.

 

Take heart, and give heart too—

shared suffering heals us,

it’s God’s plan of love

making us victorious.

 

Don’t worry that you’re something wrong—

you are God’s image,

we are all imperfect

yet bear perfection’s visage.

 

Know the truth of this your calling—

peace found within your soul,

willfully, joyfully, bearing

the turmoil of your earthly role.

 

~FS

Life’s Perfection

Christ, the eternity-bearer,
coming before time, and after;
entering the space within us,
light-imbuing creation all around us.
 
Let us feel your warmth,
free from this cold vacuum;
wrap us in your arms,
hastening to our rescue.
 
I suffer and I die,
this far from paradise;
You come and share my pain,
offering eternal life once again.
 
Though our eyes cannot see beyond the grave,
our hearts have perfect vision;
the mind is wandering, and depraved,
yet, with Christ is life’s perfection.
~FS

Allez, Alleys, Allez

When we meet upon this busy street,

and look each other in the eye,

we make a covenant together against oblivion.

If only for the moment.

 

The lights, the noise,

the vendors selling—

brands and names—

assurances and comforts.

 

What, were we to turn aside,

going down that darkened alley,

would we survive, and are we—still alive?

If we fade into that darkened disappearing,

will we exist, anymore?

 

Like leaves fallen into deep waters,

their brilliance flashing in the sunlight,

fluttering downward, deeper,

and then no more?

 

Who greets us in those darkened depths,

would Christ meet us at the bottom?

 

Is there rest within,

or endless floating, whirling—

stirred up and moving,

moving, and moving.

 

We become old men and women,

walking quietly to our ends.

Smiling at the sunshine,

and at the laughing children—

seeing, but unseen—

our beings vanish into this light,

disappearing down the alleys.

 

Populating busy streets no more.

We go, to the alleys, we go.

 

~FS

Bridled Joy

I remember simple joys,

innocent and pure.

Different from the complicated joy,

forged in a crucible of losses.

 

So very grateful for today,

yet unlike the gratitude,

of my childhood;

before I learned what,

life and death can bring.

 

I love this moment deeply,

because I know,

the next moment,

might snatch it.

 

I love you intently,

knowing that tomorrow,

you may be gone—

my newest memory.

 

Love, without loss,

Joy, without sorrow,

Gratitude, without anxiety;

would it be better…

 

to never have known these things?

 

Better to have fallen?

Or never to have known,

such heights are possible?

 

I remember paradise;

now a flaming sword,

prevents my return.

 

So I look around me…

 

How wonderful is this moment!

How excellent is this day!

 

Yes, we are infused

with death and decay,

but it could be so much worse…

 

And it is so much better—

though bitter.

 

~FS

The Blah-blah Monster

Can you tell me, if you know,

Is there really such a creature,

as the Blah-blah monster?

 

My grandniece Zoey asserts,

with fifty percent certainty,

this monster is only imaginary.

 

Which leaves room for doubt,

and further inquiry;

Is Blah-blah perhaps a reality?

 

I must admit, I’d never heard of,

this monster named double-blah;

nope, never heard of him, and never saw.

 

But Zoey’s question is worrisome,

if Blah-blah is really real,

what’s he up to, and what’s his deal?

 

If Blah-blah is real, I’m guessing,

he’s not the type to hide under our beds,

he’s more likely to lurk inside our heads.

 

Perhaps he’s a specter of the air,

hiding in plain sight everywhere,

filling the space between mouth and ear.

 

From a family renowned for its tedium,

his father was Blah, and quite boring,

and blah-blah-blah are his offspring.

 

Blah-blah the monster, might be real,

the signs all show probability,

but take this with equanimity.

 

Blah-blah is not very scary,

if this monster exists among us,

I’m seventy-five percent sure that he’s harmless.

 

~FS

Prayer of the Lonely

Please Lord, don’t hide yourself from me. For the beauty of this world, which I take pleasure in, loses all meaning apart from You.

Some appear to find contentment in this world, looking no further than their senses; they find thoughts of You unnecessary.

But I cannot live that way. There is no beauty apart from You; and that which I find beautiful becomes distraction, and painful, without You.

I am amazed that others appear to not need You; so I have forced myself into their shoes. I’ve searched out the secrets of their autonomy, but have found nothing.

Still, I doubt myself; is it rather pathology, and not sympathy, that leads me to You, dear Lord? Yes, I am ill and I am weak without You.

Come, Lord please, fill my heart and dwell within me. Let me not look upon any pleasant thing in this life, if You will not reveal Yourself therein.

When others stand afar off, doubting and bemused, I’ve both attempted to convince them to believe, and have hidden my belief; because sometimes it is lonely searching for You in this world.

When I’ve found You, hidden in my heart, so that the world unfolds miraculously before me, then I have prayed that others also would believe and find You; because it is lonely in this world without You.

Lord, what is this life without You? It seems to me a sad travesty and a pale parody. Please reveal Yourself to us, let us see and know Your love and beauty. Enliven these dead bones with Your Spirit; breathe Life into this life, that we all may Live.

~FS