Learning Father (II): For Eli

…it was I who taught Ephraim to walk…
(Hosea 11:3)

In truth, I teach this child very little.
So much is sheer instinct, determination,
what HR would call “get up and go”.
But there’s little of HR, more of
the deep-sea diver
or the alchemist at his art,
to how this small enthusiast takes
to his knees, then feet, then –
where next?
I did not teach him this.
No, this has a deeper logic,
one taught to joints and sinews,
flowing in marrow, raising from soil
to soul, teaching the human spirit
to walk.
Best is the Father who says, Let it Be, and all Is.
Best the Father who teaches Baby Father me
to bounce the pensive child and sing
a song in the night for dreams.
For I too, often reduced to a crawl,
must also learn, down in the sinews and the marrows of the self
the truth that says, Rise up and walk.

Epiphany: Godswept

An error in the typeface, no doubt:
a missing space between God and swept,
as in, a wind from God
swept over the face of the waters.

Yet, in that mistaken instant,
my mind glimpses God sweeping,
baptismal waves enfolding me, Godswept, swept up in God.

Was it like this, at Jordan,
or at Ephesus, when
the new baptism, greater than John’s, was proclaimed?
Was the wind from God sweeping
as Ephesian believers
were swept up in new life,
new spirit, new wine?
Were the rammed-earth floors soaked
to the soil with that drenching?
Did the waves of God flood
through all their old toil?

O to be Godswept again and again,
to taste the salt, or the sand,
of Godwaters enclose.
Safe on the shore, I need to be Godswept.
May mistakes like this sweep
all my wisdom to sea.

Broken Syllables

We know little of the creature, till we know it as it stands related to the Creator: single letters, and syllables uncomposed, are no better than nonsense.
(Richard Baxter)

Al-

In the beginning was the Word.

Pha

And we too were words,
the sounds of breath from His lips:

Adam
Let us make
Image
Likeness
Be fruitful
Increase

All sounds consonant with
the cosmic sentence,
no clause displaced.

In the beginning
was Alpha.
The whole DNA code begun
with A,
the chain of being linked
phoneme to phoneme.

And then
the dislocated sound:
the will punctuates the purpose.
Image becomes willful noise.

O

Return to purpose, man.
Return to the endless string of perfect sense.

O
Sing the perfect word, the song.
O me.
You were made to speak, to be
Between the A
Between the grace of Alpha and
Omega.