Friday, July 13, 2012

Blood and Soul and Yearning

Thin blood drawn twice, once blue, once red,
To you, from you, without control,
Sent by your beat, once fill'd, to flesh,
enables all my dark parole.

Freed, broken, to imaginings
that know only their lust and greed
for all that tricks and all that takes
by off'ring that which only feeds

My hunger for exploitation
of friend and foe, of soul and God.
Feed my soul with Holy yearning!,
that fills more than the secret nod

to unholy thought, that proves and tries
the bound'ries of the Savior's claim
which, save your breath, would never breathe,
save your changing, would die the same.

All adventure, all you reclaim
as your holy mandate and trust
to your mankind, that beast called son
once made, then bought, and now would rust

your sacred wedding rings of love
and of justice, by you defined,
and now dispatched to make my waste,
with clean desires, a holy mind.

Beat, Spirit of the living God-
fill me, send me, draw my return,
That even soil'd, emptied in sin,
my soul be drawn always to yearn.

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Been reading lots of John Donne lately, and just watched Moonrise Kingdom and Spider Man 1 (2).  Excellent time with friends.  Aside from that, it's been a long couple days of lust (heat? what i've been eating? effects of reading about Donne's early years?  all of the above?), but I wrote a short story, which was good.  Good time reading at my parents' house today, too.  Spaghetti squash didn't go so well, but the watermelons still have a shot.  The one we cut tasted somewhere between edible and desirable, leaning towards the latter.  I have half in my fridge, if you'd like to try it.

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