concentration on theology and our divinity. February, 2021
Thank you to all my readers. I appreciate your support and I wish everyone the best this year. As hard it is for some, or many, I have put this together to let some light come in. I wish people calm, when there is seemingly nothing; peace when there is anger; good health when there is a pandemic. Most importantly, Love when there is loss or hate. Let’s change this tide and come together, with respect and kind thoughts.
I wanted to call attention to the question being asked at the beginning of this pack filled brilliant poem:: “Where can I find the light in this never ending shade…” and the poem moves on rhythmically until we get to the penultimate: The new dawn blooms as we free it There is always light if we only are brave enough to see it and If we are only brave enough to be it.
Today’s mainstream poetry barely touches upon the integrity, vibrancy, hopefulness, insightfulness, a deep resounding call to rise for goodness, and intensity as this poem. I am so happy to see a poem like this at this time in history. It seems Amanda Gorman has more of a handle on America’s meltdown than any other leaders I have seen; well, at least since Trump was in office and a Governor spoke up against the President’s inactions when all mayhem ensued. The Governor was great, but this poem is just so beautiful and she is just so beautiful as well. I love her colorful yellow/gold jacket seemingly mirroring the poem’s intention and attention on the “light.”
A friend shared a link to this video, so I was taken back when I heard it. It was as if finally I heard the words of verse move people, including myself in ways I have never experienced. It was the first time, in a long time, the poem meant something and rang the bells of when Poets actually made a difference. No doubt, a hundred years ago, poetry was a craft and seemingly a political statement if you liked one Poet over another. Surely, Frost and Whitman just to name a few experienced the joy of making a difference for the better, but also experienced the moments when readers turned away and then went to the other end, like when Whitman went into hiding essentially. Well, thank goodness we finally have a woman, a black woman recite one of the best inspiring poems written in this past year, 2020. She swept away the rage and hate and planted seeds of hope, love, peace, compassion, empathy, justice, right v. wrong, new beginnings, and a bright future when America needs it the most. God bless her and I am so grateful to hear this address to the new President and all of the citizens of the United States.
What can compare to this love? What could stand a chance against the glory and grace of God, and my King? That small crescent of the sun on the sea’s horizon at the break of dawn — // Bringing an entire day of light to the land — the ocean pulling the incoming day. This is where my love is and my tide rises with him, as the sun and I become morning.
When we are one, it is at the top of a peak — it is quiet, silence and light the air and temperature is of no real importance — a veil flows like a flag. However there is no bottom beneath us.
How I got there, unknown. But at a moment, he appears and we interlock. He holds me and assures I am whole and healed for I am there, within him.
Notes,: this poem is free-verse, yet in the container of a Sonnet. It follows no rules like scansion, because this is a metaphysical conceit bound solely to beauty, built with the castle like form of a sonnet.
The sun consists of love and light to become God’s true nature. How could our scientific lens capture His full bloom? Camera’s show light stream from a bud – the world now the beginning
creation — rather when our spirit dances it casts light over the shadows, beauty twirling into the heart without fear, but glory.
note: I casted this Sonnet in Hexameter, with the envoy to juxtapose the Sestet casted in pentameter, however, hexameter used in line 10 and the penultimate. I was hoping for the expansiveness of God to come through with the breath, when reading the lines of hexameter. The use of prosody I did not fully deploy here, however, maybe another draft would prove it usefull. This is one of those poems that I have been working on for too long, so I am freeing it to see where it goes.
I had found a way in with the sonnet, God, in this glass vessel of holy water – reflecting the sun while crystal rainbows shined out into day – divine assurance // unchanging deliverance this almighty sound in meter, this matter(s). I will sing forevermore – a locket of light anchored in my heart.