Spiritual Poems
Going Wrong
by Jack Gilbert
The fish are dreadful. They are brought up
the mountain in the dawn most days, beautiful
and alien and cold from night under the sea,
the grand rooms fading from their flat eyes.
Soft machinery of the dark, the man thinks,
washing them. "What can you know of my machinery!"
demands the Lord. Sure, the man says quietly
and cuts into them, laying back the dozen struts,
getting to the muck of something terrible.
The Lord insists: "You are the one who chooses
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An angel in disguise
by Reem Khalaf
She took my hands I was 9
Giving me her other bud
And telling me just listen and enjoy the ride
Close your eyes and let me take you to the moon
She a woman of her words
Putting my feet above the clouds
And pushing me from the moon
Back to earth on my hands and knees
Waving and smiling from the moon back at me
looking up at her with my split temple
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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 'to be' dream
by Robert Rittel
The space between is the silent river dream,
where the weariness of life has no capturing stream.
It is the hardest deed sowing oneself for seed,
by compassion the soul to soul will meet.
In all matter consumed by the ever lasting love of youth,
embracing the pure spirit in perpetual truth.
The dream in touch of soul,
is the endless story like an open scroll.
Clarity of perceptions is the subtle reflections,
all ideals become serener by so far with no direction.
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The manor house
by Robert Rittel
By invitation from a trusted friend,
a medium intervention took place and I went.
The building set in the thick forest by a shimmering lake,
some broken sheds looking sad and strange to take.
Weeded and worn the manor house thatch,
a frail welcome and the oil lamp in my face, opens the latch.
Guided into a stony room, a roaring fire giving light to others,
all wearing coats to darkness trance of matter.
Musky sandalwood and smoke heavy on the eye,
cold winds slapping windows nearby.
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Two Flowers
by BIT REKO
Two flowers on the riverside
still blooming through the muddy water
Holy Father, bless my steps
I turned my back on Life
Now I see the mountain much clearer
Covered in sins, covered in blood
Tolerated it once, but the second time? Nah
Looking around for the fire—
The ashes in my heart are trays
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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
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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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