by phillipw | Apr 19, 2020 | MY, TH
When Gods were Real We used to meet divinity inside Our guts. Gods wrenched the bowels, or heart, or lungs With flushing presence, left our sternum dyed With holiness, and filled with praise numbed tongues. Direct, they haunted us in fire and smoke We breathed...
by phillipw | Apr 19, 2020 | MY, RE, TH
Moses, Saint Francis, Saint Teresa ….. Gods used to come. We felt a sudden gust. A moment came, somewhere, somehow, at dawn Or in the twilight. Daybreak caused a thrust Of deepest recognition, then withdrawn. A twilight apparition might remain A fraction longer...
by phillipw | Mar 28, 2020 | AN, GR, MY
We Innocents, Maidens, and Virgin Lads Waiting for the Minotaur More than slightly puzzled in a distant way By artefacts from long-gone cultures, we React as people always do when they can’t say Exactly what the ancients then could see In their religions and their...
by phillipw | Mar 21, 2020 | MY, OL
Gravity: the Greeks and the Old Testament How Hitler-like and heavy is the past, How wonderful and marble-like its weight Upon our brains and guts. The Greeks loom vast; … The Hebrews, too. Their fires in myth frustrate. We can’t escape to newness. We are...
by phillipw | Mar 3, 2020 | CH, MY, ST
Broadmindedness Touching Electric Fences He thought himself a mystic, though I don’t Believe he knew strict meanings for that word. He had these fuzzy notions: he was wont To stretch and blend. His holiness was blurred. B’hai was far too cut and dried for him, I’m...
by phillipw | Feb 20, 2020 | MY
“The Mystery of Iniquity” This tale looms large, that Lucifer conceived His God was like himself, a sort of twin, An elder one, a massive tree that leaved And fruited long before the swell of sin Began to bud inside the angel’s brain, An aching more...
