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Lawrence Hall Dec 2020
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                                 Before the Magi Came

                                 -1 Maccabees 4:36-60

Yes, long before the holy Magi came
Judah the Maccabee brought forth his gifts
First scourging the Temple clean of false gods
In prayerful preparation for the True

And then presented God with oil and bread
A consecrated Altar of undressed stones
Incense and lamps and songs and grateful hearts
And an octave of inextinguishable light

Thus, long before the holy Magi came
Even before the Star, Judah brought a flame
A poem is itself.
Ylzm May 2020
Once all earth was pleasant
All year spring from pole to pole
Seasons marked by flowers
and Food, but for some weeds, aplenty

Then time changed, marked by seasons
Time to sow, and time to harvest
Some land froze all year, some baked
In darkness and cold, the sun longed for

Then time changed again, chaos in the heavens
The day and month and year, no more certain
Stars wander, sun hidden at midday
Unending nights and dark days, tomorrow uncertain

Then time changed again, and no one knew
But for some Magi from the East
learned in the secret wisdom of Daniel
And time is now marked by the Week

And time will change yet again: who knows ...
Sandoval Jun 2017
Like the horizon hiding between the

sea and the sky,

near and distant all at once. To me,

that's what you are.

*Sandoval
Mara W Kayh Oct 2016
You turned night to day,
The sun into moon.

You turned evil to good
weaving darkness into light,
revealing they are but one and the same.

Oh Magi!
I am in service
To you alone

For it was you who taught
that all springs from nothing ,
that a true master
Serves himself first,
and that there is divine beauty in chaos!

I am in service to you
for you serve
the sacred God head.
but above all I am in service to you
because you do not claim to be master of
anyone
but You.
who do you serve....
Kristine Jan 2016
(alternate title: in which i reference three things)

there is snow general
all over Ireland

and that's all I know
about Ireland

except that it rarely snows
all over Ireland

so that's what makes the

holiday special

clear white gleam so we
can have epiphanies
and during these epiphanies

we realize sacrifice passion love
is better than things
we can control
dine fødder danser.
dit sind gnistrer

        dine tanker løber i vand, dit hjerte brænder

    dans gennem morgenduggen, kærtegn
                      stjernerne og fuglene og søen
og sølvskæret og
                           der er   L Y S    i dine øjne, løber løbsk

en frihed,
    ét individ, en glæde,
  en skamløshed
formen på et teenagehjertes begær
en streng eller
        en klat eller
et levende, pulserende væsen
                der bevæger sig i en hvilken retning den vil, på jagt efter ofre, snylteplante, plet på væggen, på lungerne, på himmelvævet

  smagen af et uskyldigt
strejf på kinden

varmen fra en hånd

    på ryggen, lænden, en længsel

lyset fra forvirrede følelser,
    genskæret fra de forvirrede signaler

gadelampen, dine converse, vores stemmer

LYDEN: en banken - vi er her virkelig. det er virkeligt at vi er her - det er lige her, vi er.
en skikkelse som aldrig forlader dig

den er der altid, ja, dér
intet harmfuldt, ikke en overvågning

blot for at sige
dette er kun nuet

der er meget mere der ligger bag dig og endnu mere foran dig
en summen
       i dine fingerspidser
   som først forsvinder
når du rør ved noget du elsker

      og den vender tilbage
så snart du helt har glemt følelsen

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