I’m trying to write more, so here are some poems I wrote last night:
What shall keep me
from a continuous fountain
of gratitude to God
and pure ecstatic joy?
What is ‘real life’ anyway,
if not to be completely
consumed
by the love of God.
So why do I dwell
so much on evil
Why let the darkness
get to me
When the light continually
beckons me to itself
Yet part of me must stare
at the darkness
and not turn away
For to be blind is to
see neither dark nor light
But I am a good eye
And my whole being
yearns to be full of light.
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Have the great persons of history,
those wise sages and men of peace,
railed against the outrageous state of the world
or have they
simply sat in silence
at peace at rest
I can’t imagine that
it seems to me that
righteous indignation
is a necesary ingredient
in a peacemaker’s pie
It’s the salt that flavors
the sweet fruit of the vine and
makes each bite go down
in perfect pleasurable
balance
