Spiritual Poems
The Sea Inside
by Jonathan Goff
The Sea Inside
When the earth was formless and void,
what did You see?
What shimmered in that hush
before the first word?
What stirred in You,
to utter light
into the silence?
When the Spirit hovered over the waters,
did it tremble?
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The Response: A Standing Invitation
by Jonathan Goff
cradled by night,
the standing invitation
sings low:
i melt
at your eyes
when they’re heavy–
or flutter open.
i melt
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The Weight
by Jonathan Goff
Act 1: The Room
The time has come.
You washed our feet.
You washed our feet.
You washed our feet.
The Slave of all.
We stood there, stunned,
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An Address
by Jonathan Goff
what lives
in the word
Brother?
not in name or blood,
but in the way wind knows you,
how light falls across your face,
and dust beneath your feet
soft, unhurried,
whispering
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Kaleidoscope Memory
by Jonathan Goff
Kaleidoscope Memory
Through the target and the satchel, One breathes ( life ) repeatedly.
A cucumber,
an oxygen tank,
a sea star,
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Psalm of Praise
by Jonathan Goff
Psalm of Praise
Bless the Lord beneath the midday sun–
as all the world illuminates with bounty and delight.
Bless the Lord beneath the new moon void–
for under weight of shadow, His presence will never fail.
Bless the Lord on the mountain peak–
praise His power, wisdom, and mighty deeds!
Bless the Lord in the canyon cracked–
for even desolation cannot help but give birth.
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The Response: A Standing Invitation
by Jonathan Goff
cradled by night,
the standing invitation
sings low:
i melt
at your eyes
when they’re heavy–
or flutter open.
i melt
......
The Cloud of Witnesses
by Jonathan Goff
Caught myself
Yelling at the dishes.
They didn't deserve it.
"An honor--"
they said.
"It is an honor
to witness
the undoing of your wrath–
how it scorches your ribs,
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Walking
by Jonathan Goff
They walk in darkness
Begging to see
Their voices rise
Hungry to be seen
Invisible people
Still have
Hearts / Beating / Rhythm
Under the weight
of the waiting–
But always,
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jars of good
by Jonathan Goff
beside me–
"you're a good cuddlebug."
he lifts up his son and holds him tight,
hands rough and worn
(years of music and heaviness).
there is strength.
sweetness.
it is good.
the hand resting in mine.
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