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Saturday, March 24, 2012

A Friday Morning Devotional in Iglesia Evangelica Metodista


Los Angeles, Costa Rica
March 16, 2012; revised November 23, 2015
to Virgita and her congregation

Listen.      Echoes intermingle here 
on the inside of a sweet instrument 
projecting love with Latin flair, 
where hearing is whole body and fuego 
is a dance not confined to Domingo
where decibels carry fevered joy deep 
into small town nights.

Staccato hammer, hum of weld 
that build and bind the world outside 
are amplified within these walls 
from tile floor to high eves and hiding 
bats, they bounce back through, 
they permeate the empty rows 
of wooden pews. 

The world intrudes on sacred space, 
its hardened tones accentuate 
the soft voice that weaves a world 
of wise fools who bind the blessed 
earth and sky with bold themes 
and threads of hope 

While high above, inside each pause 
between rude strokes and spoken 
words, bright notes proclaim to those 
who hear what gospel truth wild 
birds can sing. 

And some hear more – a living spring 
wells up from nothing pouring forth 
between the notes with cleansing 
uncontained by culture, unconstrained 
by earnest creed. 

So dance my love with fire and joy: 
the emptiness, awash with angels, echoes 
silent thoughts of God. Just listen, love 
with body, soul and mind of faith 
to hear its roar.

2 comments:

  1. You brought me there. I could hear and see. Reminded me of Psalm 36:5-12
    Your loving-kindness, O Lord, extends to the heavens, Your faithfulness, reaches to the skies.

    Your righteousness is like the mountains of God; your judgments are like a great deep.
    O Lord, You preserve man and beast.

    How precious is Your loving-kindness, O God! And the children of men take refuge in the shadow of your wings. They drink their fill of the abundance of your house; and you give them to drink of the river of Your delights.

    For with You is the fountain of life; In Your light we see light.

    O continue Your loving-kindness to those who know You. And Your righteousness to the upright in heart.

    Let not the foot of pride come upon me, and let not the hand of the wicked drive me away. There the doers of iniquity have fallen; They have been thrust down and cannot rise.

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  2. There's a wonderful interplay between the hope of spiritual lightness and the intruding physical world in this, Bob. The upward movement toward the divine expressed in light and sound is a nicely layered effect culminating in the surprising "roar" of emptiness at end -- and "what gospel truth / wild birds can sing" is as close to Yeats (and Merton, too) as I've read in a long time. Nicely done.

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