When the light shines, what will it reveal?

Verse 1
The child asked me what will I see; what will we behold down this piece of good road?
Pointillist fields with life that hums; listen to the breeze and look to the sun.
Mountains ascending, the heavens all around; look to the stars and listen to the sound.
	Chorus:
That haunts me: What will I see?
Verse 2
The man asked me, what do you see, between planting the seed and bearing with need,
Between the grace that is giving and the grace that is taking, between is and was and all life undoes,
Between seasons of plenty and those that empty, between the first fruit and the last, the future and past?
Chorus:
That haunts me: What do I see?
Bridge:
See I make all things new
Ecce nova facio omnia
Verse 3
The child asks me what will I see after the light on leaves and the darkness beneath
The axle grinding dust, the iron turned to rust, the silver moonlight and the silence of night? 
Diaphanous beings, seen before seeing; magical glory, uncertain story
Chorus:
That haunts me: What will I see?

When The Light Shines, What Will It Reveal?

We watched the birds
	above the sea
ride the wind
	and not weary 
in Diablo

We give ourselves just like the birds – Led by pleasure
To the wind without reserve – Learn by measure  

We set our kites 
in the wind
let them take flight, 
but we lost them
in Diablo 

By degrees we come to know – Love seizes 
This wind that will not let us go – Never leaves us

We drove the car 
	past fiery fields  
the wind blew hard 
and harder still
in Diablo 

The wind goes where its pleasure leads – Inspired desire
Leaves ghosts of things the sun will bleach – Consumed by fire

Where does it come from?  
Where does it go?
We cannot answer.
We do not know.  


The Wind Follows Its Pleasure

Stay Awhile in the Sparkled Light 

Whitman watched the knife pressed against the stone 
Throwing “golden jets, sparkles from the wheel”
And I wonder.
Why he is filled with wonder, when I am filled with dread?
Man is born for trouble, so the bible says

I looked through your window through broken moon light
Ascending I rested, heavy in your limbs 
And I am angry.
From whence comes hunger, why so unsatisfied?
Man is born for trouble, sure as sparks fly

You heard cicadas and showed me a shell 
“Rich gifts” rejected, life is so “unkind” 
And I wonder.
Would we rise like those voices, to heaven on wings?
Man is born for trouble, we could end these things 

O’ thermite heart, you are throwing sparks, a violent love outruns us
O’ thermite heart, you are throwing sparks, a violent love outruns us

I kissed your lips and left out the window 
Descending into night, an aching heart, a clouded mind
I am lost.
All night I stumble; all night I sweat
Man is born for trouble; we were born for death 

O’ thermite heart, you are throwing sparks, a violent love outruns us
O’ thermite heart, you are throwing sparks, a violent love outruns us
 


Stay Awhile In The Sparkled Light

The sun ascends 
And takes the rose.
A sweet excess 
Pours through windows.

Wake the attendants. Where’s your fire?
Greet with a kiss of pure desire. 

Behold the groom! 
Behold the bride!
Consummate love,
Nothing to hide.

Κύριον τὸν θεόν 
 “Come my bride from Lebanon!” 

Open the doors.
The feast is set. 
Fill every seat 
With every guest. 

Bright and clean, new festal robes
The scent of lily, the scent of rose 

Tonight, the Dragon does not breathe for the rest of eternity. 
Tonight, he is crushed beneath your feet, banished from the feast.


The Wedding Feast

Looking back, 
I have never loved boundaries, 
A window between me and the light.
What did I hope to see?

Forbidden fruit; 
It is always the sweetest,
A fence between me and the garden.
For what was I hungry?

Defacer of all the lines that you have drawn   
Profaner in thought, in word, in deed   

I hoped to grasp
An irrecoverable beauty. 
Always chasing a sound,
A fragrance given to the wind.  

To hold it tightly 
Is to already lose it, 
To stare down, 
Is to see right through it.

Effacer of all transgressions of life    
Re-shaper that gives form to all things of strife 

Looking up, 
I saw those High Windows,
Those steps 
The pilgrims wore with time. 

Diffusing out,
The smoke of incense,
A ghostly choir behind, 
I taste the Host and Wine.

Eraser of all the harsh lines I have drawn
True giver who gives abundantly to all

Recovered Light

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