Contemplative Poem Twelve

O true Meditation,
O true mindset of the peaceful,
O true kindness to one’s inner self,
O reflection of our state of heart,
We see beyond the obvious!

O only repetitive practice,
Resigning my focus to the most essential,
(do I dare look away and be distracted),
There is so little concentration these days!

O I have made a plan sublime,
O I have set aside time to dive into divine,
You are the symbol kind!

O Seers unprepared for your embrace,
O Original fish net of the human race,
O Determine now our moments and our days,
O Communicate your mind to us with grace,
O I am an instrument of your music,
Retune me from within!


Contemplative Poem Thirteen

O true Contemplation,
O true settling of the day,
O true vision of the anointed,
O invoking of my daily cry to thee,
Conceive me!

O only moment of understanding censured,
Bringing the incarnation of the holy nature,
(a moment when heaven touches earth),
Heaven, give us birth!

O I have eaten of an innocent tree,
O I have absconded good and evil,
You are the tree of life!

O Keep me sure-footed on the path,
O Keep my mind and heart secure with deadbolts,
O Where they cross, your crucifix or wrath,
O You are the measure of my inner revolt,
O Thank you each day for sharing your thoughts,
You are guardian of the contemplative’s chamber!


Contemplative Poem Fourteen

O true Lion,
O true King of Beasts,
O true stalker in the desert,
O seeker of prey,
I fear you!

O only predator who has right to hunt,
A prey that cannot him escape,
(a prayer I can’t enunciate),
The pale sand speaks and roars!

O I have been consumed,
O I have forgotten your love, presumed,
You are savage!

O Keep me flying from your claws,
O Keep me rising with wings into the sky,
O You approach, it sounds, your dusty paws,
O You are the one for whom I rise,
O I relinquish my physique, worn beneath your grip,
Then I am re-knit!


Contemplative Poem Fifteen

O true Unicorn,
O true mythical companion,
O true hidden generator,
O energy of the spirit world,
Do not bow to me!

O only co-creator,
A soft wind from your wood flute,
(a bearded whimsical),
You sell ideas in dreams!

O I have composed,
O I have felt your grip upon my throat,
You are poet to me!

O Keep me from your dangerous rage,
O You are on the mountaintop as sage,
O Keep me finding irises in watercolor,
O You are in the dark, a savior,
O I will not detest your power,
Silvered horn!


Contemplative Poem Sixteen

O true Lamb,
O true kindness to my outstretched hand,
O true follower,
O one who lays its head beneath my crook,
Be my snowy flock!

O only copacetic,
The sound of your hooves is familiar,
(as we travel up to Oliver),
My source of sharp sheep’s cheese!

O I have called you lamb,
O I have led you,
You can lie down!

O I will fight for you,
O You are on the pleasant plane,
O I have slept in dew,
O You are next to heather’s flame,
O do not rest except in me,
My lovely lamb!


Contemplative Poem Seventeen

O true Shepherd,
O true leadership in strife,
O true firm voice through the rocky night,
O one who lays it bare with toil and with sweat,
Be thou my rod and staff!

O only pastoral one,
Alone you face the rugged plain,
(the lion and the wolf are slain),
You warm yourself by firelight!

O you have called me lamb,
O you have wandered by the stars,
Your branches, kindling charred!

O I will scoop the ashes of your life,
O Olive oil, I turn the tallow into soap,
O Your lonely flute is lithe,
O Not one lamb is tied with rope,
O I shall trust your mischievous crook,
Pastoral Pan!


Contemplative Poem Eighteen

O true Lighthouse,
O true lamp in the storm,
O true clarity in strife,
O director of our course at sea,

O only mediator,
Every ship thanks your light,
(the storm is abated by your power),
Brighter still!

O you have been unyielding virtue,
O diviner of the way through the dark,

O Beam of hope,
O Star of deepest inky black,
O Gleam of paradise,
O Not a ship before you crashed,
O You would keep us on,


Contemplative Poem Nineteen

O true Road,
O true way upon the landscape,
O true path through the unscoped wilds,
O trek over the mount of a thousand trees,

O only highway,
Every desert is crisscrossed in pattern,
(our primitive attempts to reach oasis lands),

O decider of the ways of humankind,
O men and women travelling through the night,
Lead on!

O You shall be raised,
O You shall rise above the trajectories,
O All beings carnal shall not overcome you,
O Your leadership is supreme,
O You arrive and depart,
Immutable clay!


Contemplative Poem Twenty

O true Inn,
O true resting place,
O true home of my home,
O water of a hundred dusty hands,
Magnify your heart!

O only home by the side of the road,
Every washbowl speaks of comfort,
(our hands and feet are cleansed anew),
Invite us!

O invitation of the open door,
O abode of people in the night,
Your hospitality!

O Yesteryears by lantern light,
O Nocturnal refuge from craggy height,
O Long plank tables piled high with food,
O Wine that lasts the night,
O Oil upon the head is poured,
We will stay!