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Prose Poem Written Christmas 1999: Visions of God's Presency by Peter Menkin
by Peter Menkin by Peter Menkin An Interlude, an Invitation to Further Reflection . THIS IS AN ARTICLE IN POETIC FORM OF THE PASSION BIRTH AS PAGAENT DISPLAYED IN WRITING ON THE SKY BY THE HORIZON. EARLY LIGHT JUST BEGUN. AWAKEN SLEEPER. PLEASE DO, DO THE INVITATION SPEAKS. Some notes of Advent through Epiphany, with the Star in the South ever bright before dawn. On a journey, and in search of the living God in Christ. To ascend. Seeking the Glory of God revealed in the morning as a vigil and journal in Chronicle of light where the hidden sight of the Almighty is passing by with celestial everpresent burning bright pleasure in Grace. This is the American scene, here in the West above the waters. The clouds above and yet this violet and purple so immense as to bring fear, and an awe. "My ways are not your ways." He is not in the lightning. Look not there, but transfixed this is an imminence of recording the daily sight of the season as the rising sun, oh glorious is the dawn. This is the day that the Lord has made. Let us be glad in it. So the words are spoken. December 14: Before dawn prayed to the appearance of the Lord as the Glory of God was revealed. The sun to the East on the San Rafael Richmond Bridge enlisting the early light of the coming Christmas. December 15: Lovely ride--Sunrise to the City of Hills started before the light brought the glory of God in majesty to the eyes. How stratospherically sublime is this vista a full Bay and its islands encompassed by bridge passageways. December 20: Caroling Sunday--morning rose early as the eastern sun brought the illumination to the interior as a Christmas blessing. The Glory of God was evident in the a.m. before light, as a star appeared above where below a searcher in his travels danced a morning cry of supplication to the dawn. December 23: We saw a vast purple range of majesty on entering the environs. A bird migrating North with other shapely winged angels in travel. The light was not too bright. Thank you. December 27: There was a purple sky like a great beauty of color across the sky hiding from me the presence of the Lord. We passed a container ship on the ferry. The picture of it included a sun coming up behind the ship with the San Francisco Oakland Bridge, edifice of strength and human imagination of industry and the post modern reminder. Christmas is here. Today is St. Stephens Day. December 28: A golden reflection appeared in the buildings in the distance across the waters. The sun rose brilliant yellow orange and the indwelling mystery of Christ was apparent at the beginning of the journey. A purple early morning light of sky was a comfort to the eye and shoreline we approached. This was a holiday pilgrimage of peace this morning. December 29: The sense of the impending year of the Lord is close as I and others prepare for 72 hours of peace. How Christ and a year of Jubilee is so, what is essential in search for faith? We are tried as is gold in a furnace. The morning rose so grandly on the way, like a promise in good tidings as angels accompany us into this new millennium. By God's grace, I pray. December 30: The early morning light was a purple joy of blanket over the eastern horizon as a resurrection for the birth of Christ. This is the 6th day, and there is a cross in the horizon that tells of our mortality and redemption. Lyric. January 3, 2000: The clarity of the morning before dawn was illuminated by early morning travelers. What gifts have we to offer, as the light shines. That star in the southern sky remains this morning. Oh Audio reading of the poem by the poet Peter Menkin is here: http://www.archive.org/details/VisionsOfGodsPresence1999ChristmasByPeterMenkin Peter Menkin, an aspiring poet, lives in Mill Valley, CA USA where he writes poetry. He is an Oblate of Immaculate Heart Hermitage, Big Sur, CA and that means he is a Camaldoli Benedictine. He is 64 years of age as of 2010. Copyright Peter Menkin http://www.petermenkin.blogspot.com Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |