Shuffling Coils (Huitain)

Shuffling Coils (Huitain)

Why is it we fear to shuffle?
What do we find loathsome about
being coilless? We do struggle
so with nightmares’ sinister doubt
sniffling its long, sinister snout
out from underneath the bedsheets.
Perchance sweeter dreams to us come:
the foul beast’s snout makes its retreat,
routed by restful snores’ deep hum.

4-22-2020

What is a huitain?

April 2020 Poem-a-Day Challenge #15

Plague Skies (Gwawdodyn Byr)

Plague Skies (Gwawdodyn Byr)

the pallid skies flush with fevered clouds
each cough of thunder and drop cast doubt
over sunshine like a shroud, quarantined
till the quaking foundations settle down

lightning hides in nimbus cover, aims
its bah-bolts at passersby, lame
from their stumbling flight from enflamed fears
and rubbled homes lost in tectonic games

who will grab the corners of the earth,
steady its morse-code vibrations, spurn
the chaos with iron stability, grant
new limbs to the lame, wounded, and burned?

3-11-2020

What is a gwawdodyn byr?

Mountains of Prey (Abercrombie)

Refulgent You were,
mightier than the mountains of prey.

This phrase is strange, powerful, and haunting…’The mountains of prey’ are the wild mountains where lions and other predatory beasts roam. God is seen here as even more fearsome that that scary realm.

Robert Alter, translation and comment on Psalm 76:5.

I dare not think of all that dwells up there,
What beasts stalk the high, barren hills.
What creature, loving its own life, would dare
Tread where shadows are living?
I dare yet hope in One whose self-light shines
And strikes the fey-fanged heart with chills:
The radiance of His Father’s joy sublime,
Those beasts their own fear giving.

7-11-2019

What is an Abercrombie?

Champion (Italian Sonnet)

For Deanna

The dust runs trembling, escaping the horde:
Horizon-hiding, all-defying foes.
The drumbeat––marching feet––felt in my toes,
My heart long since migrated to the north.
My guts now water, my throat dry and sore:
Breath gasping, voice rasping, my blood runs cold.
What strength I had replaced by fear that grows,
Waiting for their champion to come forth.
Then, breaking ranks, my own hero appears:
Neither armed nor armored nor skilled in war
Instead armed and armored and skilled in love.
No keening war-cry cuts the air, but near,
Whispering courage in my ear before
The fear brings me to the dust, given up.

7-9-2019

What is an Italian Sonnet?

The Bridge

Suspended Bridge at Fall Creek Falls State Park
Near Pikeville, TN

I don’t do heights.
I remember trying to stand one scaffolding level up,
and my Dad having mercy on me by telling me to
get down.

I don’t do heights.
I remember trying to stand one scaffolding level up,
and my Dad having mercy on me by telling me to
get down.

I was probably shaking so hard it made the whole thing unsteady.

And the Sky Flyer.
A cross between a bungee jump and a swing,
terrifying passengers (me) eighty feet above
Pigeon Forge.

I meant it when I told my (then future) wife I’d never do it again.

But then I wanted to teach my daughter a lesson about bravery.
(And maybe myself one, too.)
I agreed to go across the suspended bridge at Fall Creek Falls
for her.

It felt like I was walking across the Tacoma Narrows.

The trouble is, once across,
you either have to walk several miles or do it again.
I came back across one white-knuckled, hurry-up-and-get-across step,
For her.

(And me.)

11-27-2018, revised 8-23-2019

Prompt

Note: the photograph above was taken by my wife. Because still photography only captures a single moment in time, it gives the illusion that the bridge is steady. I distinctly recall it never being anything less than 45 degrees at any point of my harrowing crossing. Just saying.

Always Appropriate

Whether in temptation or calm, says Abba Isaac, whether in fear or reassurance, whether in pain or pleasure, joy or sorrow, there are no circumstances in life when it is not supremely proper to pray: “O God, come to my assistance; O Lord, make haste to help me.” This prayer, he goes on, should never be absent from our lips. …

After stating that this formula–“O God, come to my assistance; O Lord, make haste to help me”–had been handed down through the Egyptian monastic tradition from its most ancient fathers, with a view to attaining purity of heart and constant prayer, Abba Isaac continues: “Not without reason has this verse [Psalm 70:1] been selected from out of the whole body of Scripture. For it takes up all the emotions that can be applied to human nature and with great correctness and accuracy it adjusts itself to every condition and every attack. It contains an invocation of God in the face of any crisis, the humility of a devout confession, the watchfulness of concern and of constant fear, a consciousness of one’s own frailty, the assurance of being heard, and confidence in a protection that is always present and at hand, for whoever calls unceasingly on his protector is sure that He is always present. It contains a burning love and charity, an awareness of traps, and a fear of enemies.”

— Patrick Henry Reardon, Christ in the Psalms, 137-138.

56

Jesus, You are my light
You are my salvation
Though armies gather for a fight
We call a celebration

When I am afraid, I will trust in You
When I don’t know the way, I will run to You
When my tears flow like the sea:
This one thing I know: God is for me.

Lord, You have written down
All of my sojourning
You have bottled every tear
You’ll make it right in glory

When I am afraid, I will trust in You
When I don’t know the way, I will run to You
When my tears flow like the sea:
This one thing I know: God is for me.

Be gracious to me, O God!
My enemies surround me
I give thanks to You, O God!
With Your love You surround me

When I am afraid, I will trust in You
When I don’t know the way, I will run to You
When my tears flow like the sea:
This one thing I know: God is for me.

3-9-2015