Showing posts with label minimalist poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label minimalist poetry. Show all posts

Friday, October 1, 2010

Lord of the Dance

And David danced before the LORD…
                              
2 Samuel 6:14 (ESV)
The Great Dance does not wait to be perfect until the peoples of the Low Worlds are gathered into it. We speak not of when it will begin. It has begun from before always. There was no time when we did not rejoice before His face as now. The dance which we dance is at the centre and for the dance all things were made. Blessed be He!
                                                                                                                             — Perelandra, C. S. Lewis


We all appear as dunces;
Ran down blind and dance to the abyss.
Where Shakespeare’s ruffians dance and trot like puppets.
Before the stage goes dark,    — dance with the One who brung you!



Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Lifted High

My deft hands are tied
but i'm not a burnout hippie
throwing his hands waiting for E.T.
Father, I came home again
with two hands to hold my baby!

Thursday, September 23, 2010

When Susan Minot met Philip Roth

As you tacked the bedsheet tight
        'round my waist
A pretty pyramid slowly rising
        with roundlike apex
It would overtake the Sphinx
And even the crumbling pyramid of dirt
        to fill my grave

Monday, September 13, 2010

God's Signpost

When we are lost in the woods
the sight of a sign post is a great matter
C.S. LEWIS, Surprised by Joy

While walking one Monday morning
A couple did ask me the meaning of an acronym
I said ‘it must be Wireless Fidelity
for Hi-Fi means High Fidelity’