Some Related Problems

 

Screaming into the Void 2

 It is time again for screaming into the void -  that vast, unknown, and frightening darkness that engulf us - a darkness for which  we are completely unprepared. Whoever screams into the void should see to it that in the process he does not become a void himself. For if you scream long enough into the void, the void will scream back at you.

Reflections on Forgiveness Sunday

 

The echoes of paradise still ring 
memories of a place I've never been
from the garden they were thrown
still trying to find my way back home again, again, again. 

You went missing years and years ago
and where you've gone I could never know
I've seen your face a thousand times
but never in the New York Times, oh no, oh no, oh no. 

The mountains loomed so large out there
when I was breathing in the desert air
I would call to apologize
and to forgive your lies but you don't care, don't care, don't care.

I'm happier than I was before
since she walked through my front door
but here's a great mystery 
that the shape of you is still in me, oh, oh, oh. 

She is sleeping now so whisper
but when she wakes I will kiss her
in the noon and twilight times 
I will sing in broken rhymes for her, for her, for her. 

I wrote this song as I was delivering packages yesterday afternoon - on Forgiveness Sunday (also known as Cheesefare Sunday in the Orthodox Church) - the last Sunday before lent. 

Crucifixion

 

Is this Glory?

It's dark, but it's time 
get up now, get ready. 
Don't let the day slip by
not tomorrow but today. 

It's all been said before;

say it again so they can't ignore.
The paradise of the rich 
is built on the hell of the poor. 

Is this glory? Is this pride?
Have we our love denied? 

They want us to close our eyes.
They want us to believe their lies.
But we won't bend the knee
or salute thier tyranny. 

Is this glory? Is this pride?
Have we our love denied? 

A Trump is blown in the city
but the people there are not afraid. 
The prophet spoke of the mercy of God
but the citizens would not be swayed. 

Is this glory? Is this pride?
Have we our love denied? 

- with thanks to Victor Hugo, the prophet Amos, and Bishop Budde.