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When the Light’s Indigo (On Heaven and Hell)Relaxing a fistthat you didn’t know was closed.Radishes—how they wave their magenta redsThrough photon fields to find me.How mother’s voice gets softer when she sings.Where will I go when the light’s indigo?(and oh what a silly thing to say)But while I am still, you can bet thatBrick by…
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We Lose Sight of it in Small TownsWe lose sight of it in small towns.In the forest it is clearWhat tension grips the heartwoodAs bustling the leavesAnd desperately the roots reach out—To live, To take, To change.What difference it would makeIf I could live half so ardentlyAs once I loved you. This is one of…
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Be Imperfect and DieBe imperfect, and die!Envy not the ancient constellations,With their stick-figure constancyfixed in the heavens.No! Forgive this conception and transcend it.Be a real constellation:Burning, ever-moving and gloriousfor your never-waiting, yourindifference to the supplicationof that old, inquiring organwhich churns inside youbut would petrify the churning.Be imperfect, and die!Envy not the ancient spring,which pushes life…
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A PrayerI offer to you, Lord, my confusion.I offer to you my extremes.Let me be as a sapling in the wind,bending to the vicissitudes of my mind,bending to the response of Your will.Let me see the gloryof a pine, deeply rooted:faith by nothing overturned.Help me to lookwith equanimity for truth;and to discoverthat my sight expands…
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The Three SingersI was brought downTo the place where all the world’s a poem, an art-garden,and all the people sculptors.Unwillingly admitted, in fact—a three-day sojourn among the cluttered, the broken-in.The fallen leaves, coloring still; not green again or yet(but greenness is self-serving anyhow).I met perchance three singers with one braided song.The song was mine, and…
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A WaveThere is a place, a starting point for thought,Where the wave is not a breath, nor an unseen excitation;A time when the ocean wave is entirely and only itself.Here I see the space is vast that isolates a lover,And turbulent the time that shakes the brittle tie of one to one.If I should cast…
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In the Buzzing of DragonfliesThere’s a manlike activity in the buzzing of dragonflies:Their darting and zipping,their pausing to evaluate, then flitting away toward gain.There’s economy, intention, drive.But our highest calling is not like this at all, but ratherthat through our eyes the Lord may view again His Garden;And by us stroll through His creationto find…
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The Mother Goes AheadMaiden, whither do you go,with your diadem of silver andyour ecru shantung robe?Won’t you stay a while and count with methe ways a net can hold a sphere,and whether it may flow?Else let me wander in your wake:Give to me hibiscus dress,hedge maple breast:And I will guard your taxa;And create myself by…
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In the Christian tradition, God is understood as a Trinity—a community of love between Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. This trinitarian nature is not just an abstract doctrine, but a lived reality that pervades every dimension of existence. As beings made in the image and likeness of God, we too contain within us a microcosm…
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There is an inherent limitation in how we conceptualize and make sense of the nature of reality. Our minds are meaning-making machines, constantly spinning webs of concepts, beliefs and symbolic representations to map the ultimate territory of existence. Yet no matter how intricate or sophisticated our conceptual models become, they can never fully capture or…
The Trinitarian Mystery 