Kshetra-Gna

My form is made to apprehend
the myriad things that shift and bend

The lunar sphere which shines beyond
a nearby shrub beside a pond…

may consist in all or nothing both
yet to my form they surely boast…

of Logos, which, both here and there
creates the world and shews the care…

with which He makes the All collapse
into a portrait strewn perhaps…

with patterns, signs, motifs, and sounds
that reveal His nature, which few have found…

Yet all perceive His glory here
and no excuse have those who shear…

the Truth with empty words and lies!
And justice due will be reprised…

For Light and Life are in the Word
and all with ears have surely heard…

that leavened in full will be the world
The Life of God will be our pearl

Dispensation

St. Peter’s dome is girded round
with carven shapes, their form profound

From underneath, its awesome swell
wrought with pains too great to tell…
bespeaks of order, grand and pure
the weight of time its beams endure

Atop the dome is fixed the Cross
From age to age it greets the lost

The cornerstone is Jesus called
and by His word are men enthralled

Yet Logos reigns beyond the base
The work entire is had by Grace

For whether in power he makes the Earth
or grants to man the gift of birth…

Christ himself obeys the Lord
and makes his Will a thing out-poured

Enter Grace

Peace feels mysterious
Like a half-recollected dream
or the memory of a childhood friend

It seems natural, and fitting
yet unfamiliar, and strange
like a half-recollected dream
or the memory of a childhood friend

It feels otherworldly
impenetrable
apart from the cares of the mind
yet at one with creation…

Natural
like a stream that finds its way over land

Easily it might be lost
but it is never far

Wherever you may go
it is to this side, and that