Home Is a Myth That Must Be Recreated

Home is a myth that must be recreated
As every generation comes of age,
Placed by their own children on the stage
Precisely when their fantasies have faded.
Yet one is more than amply compensated
For playing well the well-wrought saint or sage,
As love wells up beneath the camouflage,
The truth that makes the myth immaculate.
How beautiful it is to be a father!
Emperor forever of a dream
Repeated through the labyrinths of longing
'Mid memories more true than what has been.
Sing, then, of myths that tie one to another
Deep beneath the bulwarks of belonging,
As tales begun before the words begin
Yet fabricate the worlds in which words mean.
You Are Our Knight in Shining Armor
You are our knight in shining armor,
Pilgrim of our plea,
The Atlas for our wounded world,
Our rescuer at sea.
You are the pillar of our hopes,
The deep bass of our song,
The strength that underlies our strength,
The calm for which we long.
You came into our house of dreams
And turned it into truth,
Entering at just the point
Where yearning shatters youth.
What could motivate someone
To bear another's load
But that most beautiful of lights,
The inner lamp of love.
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Souls Do Not Disintegrate and Die

Souls do not disintegrate and die:
Years pass and yet they do not fade away.
Memories are like a distant star
Pouring forth its light across the void.
All our tears and laughter do not lie:
Though we pass like dreams, our spirits stay,
Held fast by love, which is just what we are,
Yet in a form that cannot be destroyed.
Such Love of Life Cannot So Quickly Fade
Such love of life cannot so quickly fade
Or vanish like a vapor in the wind.
For it was of a lasting pleasure made,
And fierce, fierce joy too bright to turn to shade,
A sun no single moment can rescind.
Such love of life cannot so quickly fade
Or vanish from the fields on which it played
These many years so fortunate and kind.
For it was of a lasting pleasure made,
Nor can it be by time or space betrayed,
As music is immortal in the mind.
Such love of life cannot so quickly fade
Or vanish as the yearning years invade,
Sweeping 'cross the will unknowing, blind.
For it was of a lasting pleasure made,
Singing through the silence unafraid,
In beauty still sustained our hearts combined.
Such love of life cannot so quickly fade,
For it was of a lasting pleasure made.
Tarah and Serrin Have Not Passed Away
Tarah and Serrin have not passed away.
A dance is not over when dancing is done.
Remembering them is like watching the sun
As the moon turns to silver the black-bordered bay.
How can a will find the words that might say
All the truth of the truth that two children are gone?
Not only the meaning but also the song,
Defining our grief in the wake of its way.
So may we linger with them for a while,
Each moment a moment of beauty and pain,
Restoring the sense that makes no sense at all.
Reason alone cannot sponsor a smile.
In faith and desire we see them again,
Nearly the loved ones we long to recall.
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Meaning Is a Measure of Repose

Meaning Is a Measure of Repose
Meaning is a measure of repose.
Each clarity extends our comfort zone.
Reason understands what reason knows,
Rendering its verdicts on its own.
Yet if God did descend one frosty night,
Child emergent from a mortal womb,
How can we comprehend so strange a sight,
Reason still incumbent in the room?
Ideas must answer more than we might ask,
Seizing not our wisdom but our fire.
The wonder must be equal to the task,
More consumed by passion than desire.
A truth must be a stone that breaks the heart,
Shattering alike our faith and art.
Merely Being Is a Miracle
Merely being is a miracle.
Each is both aware and unaware.
Running underneath one's thoughts, a canticle
Repeats one's silent gratitude as prayer.
Yet life does not allow for much devotion,
Claustrophobic in its constant need.
Hunger puts the mind in constant motion,
Reckoning the harvest from the seed.
In ritual and art one finds a moment
Still enough to peer into the deep,
To see beneath the will the wonderment,
Music of such joy that one must weep.
As angels sing, so sing that you might hear
Silence that no mortal long can bear.
Merry Christmas to My Love
Merry Christmas to my love!
Enjoy the holiday!
Revel where the angels move,
Rejoice in what they say!
Years burn life down to a stub;
Christmas comes and goes.
Happiness lies at the nub,
Refuse of one's woes.
Inside the husk there is the seed,
Shivering with glory;
The midnight cold, the dire need,
Mere setting for the story.
All the labor, loss, and pain
Sings of beauty born again.
Merry Christmas to the One I Love
Merry Christmas to the one I love,
Even on this day of love for all,
Remembering the love of one whose call
Redeemed all those whose hearts his love might move.
Yet only one love does my spirit prove,
Chosen in a passion like a squall,
Having in such ecstasy withal
Rejoiced in what we were created of.
In such love do we find our way outdoors,
So to be drawn to love of flesh and soul,
Traveling beyond our village green,
Moving towards the wash along our shores
As our love joins the greater love unseen,
Shining with dark passion on the whole.
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Here Are Festive Flowers for Your Room

Here Are Festive Flowers for Your Room
Here are festive flowers for your room,
A spray of springtime on your bare night table:
Placed upon a place within your view;
Placed where best to light your harried heart.
Yet my blossoms can't dispel your gloom,
Even were they many times more able:
All that gifts from loving friends can do
Sings just one unaccompanied inner part.
The music cannot come from aught but you,
Evangelist beside the empty tomb
Rejoicing with all innocence and art.

Here Among the Savages
Here among the savages we amble
Apart from those not designated dear,
Pleased to watch and wonder as we ramble,
Playing with what else we'd have to fear.
Yes, we are aware of what our game is
Even as we hide behind our smiles,
Arrested in perceiving what our shame is
So long as custom clings and faith beguiles.
There's neither love nor joy but in a gamble
Each must lose before the stakes are clear,
Revealing what, unknown, the heart reviles.


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