How Long Does It Last?

October 17, 2015

I wonder.
How long does it last?

How long does the trauma go on?
How long does the rapture proceed?
How long does the euphoria persist?

How long does the angel dance with me?
How long does this fascination last in eternity?

What is the puissance of an extravagant experience?
Do we fare-well the amazement of our generations
when we depart this mortal coil?

What transcends from this place to the next?
What lasts?
The last ship?
The last spike?
The last wish?

What is beyond the pale?

Don’t get me wrong, I savor the Savior.
Don’t get me wrong, I dream of the deliverance.

But what of these sacraments
Of the earth?
And I refer to a lost one of ours,
His cigars and bourbon.

He wasn’t entirely wrong. These things are here.
A note, a scent, a permanence that

Like the incense on the chain,
Swinging the sacred into my space.

Ours is that,
He transcends.

So has he placed among us the

I suspect there’s something
in that last spike, last ship, last moment.
Something that lasts, that becomes longer than this.

I wonder.
If when the ship lifts, are all bills paid?
Or are they immanent and awaiting the next arrival?
Or is the ephemeral but disposable?
Like our tiny microcosm, tossing everything but the sink?

And “you can’t take it with you,”
Does that apply to our notes? Our scents? Our permanence?
Or does it only fit my lunch, or my wallet?

What remains, and what is lost?
Is my evangelical pre-mil dispensational disposition lurking here?

Is it not a gift of lasting latency
to savour, to love, to slip into our deepest pockets
that which drives us to the very center of me, of me, of me?

Lord, thy will be done. Amen.

Then Danced A Shadow

January 29, 2015

Trimmed these sails
To light in your port
Then danced away

Fear, just me
Same as ever so
Twixt these twin shadows

I am not torn
Yet have these relics been only
One a wound as will not close

Twins adored
Riddled to shreds
My heart and my mind

I’ve walked me to a spiral
That loops returnt to itself
Of touches unendured

O lust that betrays me
Let me distill this dream
For I touched not thy tresses

That last time so fair
Though twas cold bitter cold
For fear or was it fear?

For some thing I dared not again
O why did I pull loose
This anchor when not half set?

Open these arms this time an’ I return
Two shadows
My sails have harbor’d

Between thy ports
Mooring in but the one
Though the other left fair trade

O let me be, cursed dreaming
Let my breath be my own
Or let down thy slip

Let me mind this fair haven
The dark one that has haunted me so
Think this paradox?

No but painful
To dream to lift this fair veil
Of the white

Of the fountain
Of the longest long lingering
Let me come here

Or throw me to the stars
And let me ne’er hear again
Nor see with these eyes

These browning lands ever.


January 25, 2015

O, what is this?
O, what have you done?
O, what you have done

Like the fellow who hung
There just beside you
Lived his whole life
Perishing, perishing

Who, in a moment
Heard your Spirit
His foot in a grave
And you snatched him from it
Alive, alive

We want this paradise
Like you promised him
Didn’t thank you
For making him good
You made him live

He cried to you
like the poor wretch there
There by the priest
He knew only you
Dead and Risen

You died and rose
You are the root
You are our fount
The one who died
The one who rose

Raise our cups
In Christ, you
For you alone
Are our redemption
And our perfection
Your glory


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