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Tuesday, April 29, 2014

ADAPTED FROM GURU NANAK*

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ADAPTED FROM GURU NANAK*


Do not for a moment think that
I show disrespect should you find me
Having fallen asleep with my feet pointed to the East.
Do not be angry, instead please turn them
In some other compass direction
Where our Creator does not dwell.

And if you see me in the holy Ganga
And I throw water opposite to the rising sun,
Know that I mean to show love for all my neighbors,
Wish to water the fields of my western home.


*The founder of the Sikh religion, he was born in Lahore province, the Punjab, 1469.  Although he was a great teacher, he considered himself an ordinary mortal, and wrote, "I came in the course of nature, and according to God's order I shall depart.” d. 1539.


Sunday, April 27, 2014

WHAT HOPE MIRCALE!

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WHAT HOPE OF MIRACLE!



Darling, can it really be true?
Had we been so wanton in our disorder?

All I remember –  it was a Tuesday,
And very warm for the end of January.
In our house we smashed all the crystal goblets
And then proceeded to break each and every bottle,
The vintage spilled out on the floor;
It stained and then sunk into the old wooden boards.  

And at this point how does it matter?

Remember the story when Jesus at the wedding feast in Cana 
Honored His mother’s request and turned water into wine.

The party had run out of the most important beverage.

Six great jars filled to the brim (more than a hundred gallons),
Then He told the servants, ‘Now draw some out...” 
He had them take the draft to the chief steward for tasting.
And lo and behold now the new question  
Instead of first, why had the best been served last?

Would such miracle do us any good?  
Look around. Shards of glass surround us, 
Just shattered cups, and bottles whose necks are broken.
All bounty meaningless,
When nothing left, no vessel remains to contain it,
Yet Mercy attends and announces His ministry.



Thursday, April 24, 2014

PSALM 51: 10-12, Freely Adapted

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PSALM 51: 10-12, Freely Adapted



Clean my heart, my Lord Almighty,
And renew right spirit within me.
Allow me to known the immediancy of Your presence,
How Your light brightens the way.
In You alone is the triumph over the darkness.
Restore for me what joy of Your creation
That I might give thanks for every breath I take. 


Sunday, April 13, 2014

LET IT BE*

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LET IT BE*


Let it be the warmth of some tropical night,
Or have the winter continue its icy hold.
Whether rage or quiet possesses the heart,
Lord as You may choose.
Yet though Your every munificence was withdrawn,
You Yourself we could not lose.

*After Mary Elizabeth Coleridge


“After St. Augustine”

Sunshine let it be or frost,
Storm or calm, as Thou shalt choose;
Though Thine every gift were lost,
Thee Thyself we could not lose.

Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Friday, March 28, 2014

THE OLD KING'S LAMENT

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THE OLD KING’S LAMENT 
[ZAFAR’S LAMENT]




When we first had met
Time had brought me into my later years.
I was a man of a “certain age.”


Now, older still, it matters not
How much longer my life extends.
The moments remaining are way too few.
Soon I die and with me go the memory of those days,
When you were with me in the sun,
And I could have you within my reach throughout the night.


You meant more to me than all the prize
Which once was mine and mine alone in the treasury.


Bitter my fate then that
I am not allowed to cry at greater length.


Never shall I have the hours enough
To write all the poems of my lament,
My having lost your love,
What woe my life has been without you.


This lease of breath,
Though well beyond the count of years
That any man, even a king, might expect,
Now I know too short, indeed!




*The lines above represent an original love poem. Shah Zafar was properly know as Bahadur Shah II. His pen name was Zafar. He was the last Mughal Emperor. For both his Urdu and his English verse translation from which I have adopted some sentiments and lines see,

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Monday, March 24, 2014

THE WORD, A Lover's Exhortation

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THE WORD, A Lover’s Exhortation


Well!  What do you say, honey?
I believe that I say it right. 
It is God alone Who knows
The one dimensionality -- the real tragedy --
The empty when we call upon the soul.

Only He can quell the hunger, quench the thirst.

But, sweetheart, hey! I tell you now. 
Forget it! Fly straight! 
Think of the Frick with its fabulous El Greco, 
Small though that one painting is, it amply captures the fury,
When Jesus castigates the money changers.

The Word is clear.

No man may serve two masters.
God loves the prisoner, the downcast, the lame.
He loves the lilies of the field.
Grass need not care how it clothes itself.

Though great it may be to be King, what profit in it,
When the first shall be last and those with least,
Most, and beggars shall inherit the earth,
And children be fountains of wisdom?



We have seen the sorry example, 
What terrible breach of precept!
Celebrated priests and magistrates have not known the Lord,
Yet once He had stood right there before them.




Friday, March 21, 2014

DIE FOR YOU, Crossroad

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DIE FOR YOU,
Crossroad


Let me take this moment, or two,
And publish, 'You are the best thing
That has ever happened in my life!'

May God forgive;
I have no wish to disdain His great gift.
Yet were fate to bring us to terrible juncture,
A crossroad whereat all choice reduces
To either my earthly existence, or yours,
Gladly would I give up mine.

I would die for you.

I express this simple interlude,
Mean it as a paean to the experience
The joy of having had the splendid fortune,
How wonderful the time I spend with you!



 
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