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GAZE AT GLORY If I’d seen you then as now Aged by twenty years or so Would I have known what you must live That what we come to we must sow? That once the tree of life was such, That inward in a tiny seed Was all of life contained therein Not less than destiny would need? The seed perhaps a thought of God However such a thought may be, Perhaps a vision sweeping round From darkness to eternity But here is where we must depart From any closer metaphor, Close the questioning as such And gaze at glory and adore Pavel October 1, 2014 I AM THE DONKEY I have seen two things that Jesus saw A young boy riding a small grey donkey A shepherd drawing a sheep with a crook With the curved end of the staff he drew By the leg head first the stubborn sheep Step by step to where he stood And the donkey though just large enough Bore the child and a big grain sack Slowly along an unpaved track I am the donkey who bears God I am the slow and stubborn sheep Even so my God has known me ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? October 1, 2014 THE HEAVEN OF THE CLOWNS There is a heaven of the clowns In which a tiny auto stops Along the curb of holy ground, Erupting many clownish cops Pursuing the devils down a lane Heel by head and head by heel, They chase them up the path again Which makes the little devils squeal They sweep the shadows from hills Squeeze them into cloudy sacks, Then when all the bags are filled They lay the shadows neatly back Playful is the holy show Playful is the holy cast, Back inside the car they go And then they drive to glory fast ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? October 3, 2014 A STORY She listened to a story About a desert planet, Heard the vicious winds Through the headphone speakers Then shut off the power But the desert winds kept blowing From somewhere far away Across the window panes Confined within the tale Inside a parable The shouting of the wind Booming on the glass A windstorm that was told A windstorm that was now, A story breaking through The barricades of fiction Glory leaves the altar Of pride inside the heart, The dead come from the tombs Quarried in the soul ?????????????? Pavel ?????????????? October 4, 2014 BLAZES Through the woods the winding crooked trail And if there were no blazes on the trees We would have lost our way beneath Lock Mountain In the dark along the Alleghenies Oblongs painted perpendicular Wherever there’s a turning or an angle, Seldom far away or out of sight, Perceptible and comforting rectangles On the other the trails the blazes differ, Some are true and others lead astray—Who has painted falsehoods to deceive, Confounding us to make us lose our way? Sometimes they remove the trees themselves To mystify and take us through a maze, Apprehensive in the dusk we ask—How long is it since last you saw a blaze? Pavel October 5, 2014 THE SAINTS OF HEAVEN At Mass this morning no one came but me No priest, I cannot celebrate the Mass, The Rite had ceased And if there were no priests at all how then Could we Prepare ourselves in faith to meet Though two or three? I sat beneath the tabernacle Small, alone I thought, but there were others there beside the throne Great creatures leaned above Christ’s face The cherubim Who canopy with wings the splendid grace of Him Those who gather round Him when the Sanctus, Sung Before the consecration goes the saints among And as the Host is elevated Angels rise And with the saints of heaven bless’d harmonize Pavel October 7, 2014 SURVIVORS Talons locked, their pinions spread The great ones spinning overhead, While in the thistle and wild rose Finch and sparrow stay enclosed This is how the small are wise Despite the forfeit of their size, Survive despite the clash of war Return to where they lived before While those who fight above in power Deathwatch beetles will devour, And those beneath the earth unseen Will pick their mighty bodies clean ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? October 9, 2014 WHY SHOULD THINGS MOVE? It serves you well if you can see A blue jay launching from a tree Fold up its wings torpedo-wise As out of sight it glides, then flies How did the blue jay start from rest, What urgency in time compressed? It is no less mysterious Then light produced in Genesis Why should things move that might stand still? God placed creation on a hill, Then He thrust and made it roll And that which moves we call the soul ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? October 10, 2014 ALL YOU CAN AFFORD When going on your journey You buy your ticket first, One side is a blessing The other side a curse A line goes from the window Stretching long and curves Around a distant corner Where some are never served The ticket that they sell you Is crumpled, smudged and scored With many a notation—It has been used before Your name is scribbled on it And circled with a line Of mucky midnight cursive, Perhaps a cryptic sign Then the train is ready To take you all aboard, And where the train may leave you Is all you can afford ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? October 12, 2014 ONLY FROM THE UNKNOWN May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.—St. Therese of Lisieux Always lonely, posted on the frontier, The country never was well guarded And the decades lapsed, the garrison grew thinner Why was I placed here beyond my qualities Poor in love and poor in any prospect Not well endowed with any great abilities Now we are no more of even what we were, Through shriveled strength and more infirmity We will grow weaker, older, always fewer Here at history’s discouraged end We are so unprepared, so crippled with misgivings And soon there will be little to defend The region on whose bulwarks we appeared Degenerates to ruin as we look No one left to heal it as the sages feared All good morals shrivel, power grows Bends and twists the spirit into evil shapes The inner clever beast within disclosed So that to hold the wall here meaningless We should put down our feeble weapons and disperse For nothing keeps us but our stubbornness Where does this willful doggedness come from? From somewhere in the wilderness beyond the wall Since only from the unknown can our rescue come Pavel October 13, 2014 THESE ETERNAL This very morning I have seen The dying leaves proclaiming life, Coral, russet, gold and green All at once before the frosts Hills below a swollen sky Interweaving life and loss And I may ask how this can be That I was born to walk and watch The transformation of the trees An answer I have understood Articulated by the wind: I am the record of these woods That we are born to see and keep This memory that never dies Forever though my flesh may sleep We are immortal, soul and mind Our memories forever more Imperishable past all time So that what color seems as past Imprinted is in light and love, In God’s eternity will last That for this purpose we were made To show in heaven what we see That these eternal never fade Pavel October 14, 2014 INFINITY HAS ENDED I speak to you from here So many years ago This unimagined shore—My name you do not know You my distant friend Infinity has known, Time will have an end And you are not alone For courage we were made, To travel on the sea, Do not be afraid Of deep eternity I speak to you from where The Risen has ascended His glory to declare Infinity has ended Pavel October 14, 2014 ALIEN In Moscow the militia at the door: What is this inostranetz doing here? I had no proper papers to be there Here as well I have no proper papers My eyes are not averted and I raise them To see the deep horizon and beyond I am the alien, undocumented one And so I empathize with every alien—All we foreigners know one another How many of us are there, who can know? We are the secret synagogue of awe The quorum that assembles in the soul We know that our existence need not be Nor might there be a world except for this: Like some of us, an alien was He ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? October 16, 2014 STAY WARM Stay warm this winter, we’ll be back in spring Said the woman at the farmers’ market Who sold us vegetables, home-baked cakes and dumplings Beyond her at the bottom of the hill Lock Mountain showed a needlepoint of leaves Crimson, ochre, gilding of the maple But April is six months away and who Can know what will be happening till then When that which falls presumably comes new She says it is for sitting by the fire Reading books and knitting in a chair, The pastimes of the weaver and the dyer But who can know which eyes will open then To see the light of April rising higher Such promises on which the world depends She wished it in a lowered voice and cast Her glance aside as if we all could stand Here once again and mind the winter past Pavel October 17, 2014 WE NEED SOMEONE Set two worlds apart, Set them side by side, One of them is dying The chasm is not wide Easy to cross over, The going over death, Between the two a passage As narrow as a breath To one I am a stranger The other is my rest, Which should I desire? Which do you suggest? A bridge across a chasm On which the spirits cross, Although we look behind us To leave it is no loss But a sparrow near my window Chattered with regret, We need someone to praise us So do not leave us yet A wind blew through the maples Scattered as it blew, We need someone to praise us And who will sing but you? ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? October 19, 2014THREE BIG HOGS Three big hogs in an old red trailer Parked at the curb outside our house, But where was the parking farmer? I looked inside, a hog looked back With a yellow eye, then found its tub And mash-of-cornmeal snack Two other hogs lay side by side At the forward end of the red trailer Somnolent, and sighed This is the truth, I do not lie, Outside our house three hogs appeared As snug as in their natal sty Sometimes there exists a mark Which may or may not prophesy, Improbable though it will park Reason should at times relax Permit the soul to wander forth Into the wilderness of facts Three hogs appeared, that I have seen Undoubtedly, so we await The devils of the Gadarenes ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? October 20, 2014 A HUNDRED KILOS One street from a cold Gehenna, The secret prison called Lubyanka, Stands a modest Catholic church They call Saint Louis of the French As in this world so in those streets Good and evil nearly meet, Move together side by side, Stone and ice they pass and slide As in each soul those two exist, Like DNA they inter-twist, Good and evil, war and peace The priesthood and the state police Meet and gaze like brother twins Exchanging blessings, curses, sins, Across a street, across a room And even maybe in the tomb And once I saw a person haul Potatoes issued in the fall, A hundred kilos he was given Between salvation and the prison ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? October 21, 2014 WHAT YOU SAY Who can teach a fish to swim A bat to fly when day is dim? Who will train a horse to graze, Moles to learn their digging ways? Then some urgency provide In case a rabbit needs to hide In brambles when the fox is near—Have you fashioned faith and fear? Then teach falsehood to be true Disintegration to be new, Perversity to be made clean, Words are what you say they mean ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? October 22, 2014 THE CHRISTENING As God in our epiphany Raised us from the dust, I saw a priest raise God on high To manifest God’s trust That we could hold up steadfastly The grandeur on the Cross, In semblance of the bread and wine No holiness was lost And then the tableau shifted As if it were a kind Of life beyond the ritual, External to the mind The priest became a celebrant Of Eucharistic love As clear and deep as time and space, Beyond it and above As if the priest had raised for us Communion for all things And every newborn visitor At Jesus’ christening Pavel October 23, 2014 THESE DAYS These days the snakes have shed their skins And what was once a leather hood Is now pure gold and denser than The coils that looped around the wood Heavy, sluggish, drooping heads, Tongues of ruby glittering, Eyes of bronze and hearts of lead And ribs that crush by slithering It is the poison gland that kills Swollen just behind the jaw, Pride of poison makes it fill And sometimes it injects the law Often I have seen it rear Around the pillars of the state And all who see it bow in fear To see the bulge of what it ate ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? October 25, 2014 MORE THE FOES, MORE THE HONOR Bolshe vragi, bolshe chesti/How to know our enemies We bless them and they give back curses Blaspheme God, revere themselves Love power, money, rank and fame Scorn the weak, adore the strong Fear to die and kill the lowly Respect pretense, deceit their honor Bluff their courage, pride their code Load abuse on those who face them Charge with crimes the reverent Honor theft and blame the blameless They are hollow, blank within Transient, their words are wind ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? October 25, 2014 THERE IS ONE Strange the prison, strange the cell The doors unlocked, the jailers kind And yet the box was gray cement Perhaps the prison of the mind How to wait, to pass the time Alone inside this empty place? I contemplated with dismay The waste of life that I would face “What is my penalty?” I asked The walls were rough and sterile planes “In years the time is twenty-one” And yet the jail did not constrain I could go in and out at will, I let myself inside the wall Closed the door behind me shut, There was no key or lock at all I saw no other prisoners But surely they must be somewhere Beyond the near and futile walls The blank confinement of despair A man may always flee from God And flee from people if he would But there is one he may not flee—The wise and deep have understood Pavel October 26, 2014 TO ONE WHO FEARS HELL After all the madness ceases And all the malice falls to pieces, All that’s left is how you went From love to love, an innocent So do not mock or be afraid, There is no hell that God has made, But only hell you keep inside Where no one with a soul can hide Then by love may be expelled This fearful visioning of hell, It is the gift of love that seals And afterward the wounding heals Pavel October 28, 2014 TO HEAL THE WOUNDS I know an incantation Which brings all love to be, Neither psalm nor sermon Nor murmur on the knee Not by oil or vapor Emitted by the coals Of sandalwood or amber To heal the wounds of souls It is the prayer of Jesus In dread Gethsemane, If it be Your preference To give this cup to me If Your will O Father Is that Your wish be done, I will be Son and brother To You, these sleeping ones To find them blood and water And flesh I will not keep That all may be together When they awake from sleep ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? October 29, 2014 $MANY WAYS As many ways to think about Lord God As waves that cross the never-ending sea Uncountable disturbances and fallings The plunging roll and spilling down again Sliding silver crowns and frothing collars Visible until they cross horizons’ Unrepressed desire for the infinite But now there is a shadowing below Long and dark, the beast that swallows Jonah Visible and vague beneath the surface God of depths and darknesses who rises Waiting till the soul presents itself Engulfs and keeps within the secret one Inside the sea of God within itself Within the many-folded mysteries Beneath the waves of light we call events The undulating surfaces of God And one who was intended for Tarshish Emerges on the shoreline of Aleppo And like a madman carries on to Nineveh The odor of the sea that rolls forever Pavel October 30, 2014 ODERINT DUM METUANT Caligula/The fearsome one whom all must fear Becomes the one whom no one trusts And he the wretch whom no one trusts Wanders through his wilderness Savage creature, sick and fearful Human frame of love decayed While from within writhe worms of rage Gnawing at his fragile spirit Sometimes on the blackest nights He creeps around the nomad’s camp To feel the warmth of people’s chatter The warmth of trust, the warmth of fire Should he stay, reveal himself At first his form and then his face, Or sickened with malicious envy Seek again his empty place? Pavel October 27, 2014 LOOK DOWN John says: Be pure as God is pure That you may meet Him face to face, But God is light, the perfect love He finds in me is but a trace That trace of love must come from Him For nowhere else perfection lies, God has given from His light Of light, all else of darkness dies Is it enough, that trace of light Within to find the light I see? My child, He said, My light relieves The dark of night that leads to Me For if I had not wanted you To reach the tower I have set, No light would be above this road, You would be lost and looking yet And I am waiting patiently, The honest signs you do not lack, I go before you on this path, Look down and see My bloody tracks ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? November 1, 2014 PRODIGIES The Realm was in chaos, In Daphne of Rome A suburb of Antioch Ominous prodigy Child with two skulls Four eyes and one mouth, Considered a sign Of disordered governance Not so long later At Adrianople The Emperor Valens Suffered disaster The legions defeated The Emperor killed And all of his lands At sixes and sevens But there would be other Miscegenations Meaningful omens Vile deformations There will be seen—Already have been—Monstrous confinements That signal disorder Neonate millions With numerous heads But one single mouth Consuming the world An eye at the front An eye at the back Two on each side An ear to keep track This is an infant New of its kind One single creature With only one mind That will come soon—Already prepared—Descent of the species And no one will care Except for a few Who live alongside In the commons of love And there they will hide ?????????????? Pavel ?????????????? November 1, 2014 THAT UNITY November third, beside the road A praying mantis like a stick Frigid candle, smothered wick Wings a fading green, the legs Brittle, angled, weak and splayed Death by hours is delayed A short life span or one that’s long The near infinity of time Which is yours and which is mine? We the brittle stand on sticks Contemplating from a height Feet in shadow, heads in light None can tell you how to see The meaning hidden in plain view And those who see are always few The living are a unity But we the conscious know by grace That all the living take their place That when we come to what is first The flame of glory we shall see The knitting of that unity Pavel November 3, 2014 FERTILE SNOW November maple turning gold, Others turning too, the old, White without and gray within Some are shriveled more than thin Some are rich with happiness Gold inside as they seem less, Gold with lovely charity Where blind the busy never see Those that drop the flesh as leaves Their deaths will be no butcheries But gentle as the autumn wind Takes down the leaves, the flesh unpinned Which then will feed the fertile snow Of death that makes the living grow ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? November 5, 2014 THE DOMINATING INSTINCT If you watch them jostle as they feed The cardinal displaying at the sparrow The sparrows pecking others from the seed You wonder if as Jesus contemplates The countries of the world as they compete We are to birds as He is to our states They have only beaks with which to thrust And wings to buffet with, but not as we The power to pound cities into dust The dominating instinct is so old It may be deeply rooted in us too Anciently created, uncontrolled And so what was the Resurrection for If we are ruled by instinct not by sense His passion ending anyway in war? I think we are reflections in a mirror Shadows of the battles fought above Partly Michael, partly Lucifer ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? November 6, 2014 ASTONISHMENTS Not even at the stars or at the sea A pine cone lying on the forest floor Astonishment that anything should be And even if the vacuum has produced Such mysteries as pine cones on a tree What instructions made it so, what use Of my existence or your being here also, Awareness of the color of the leaf What beckons us above, and what below? For there are many levels but one cause Instructions operational which rule Astonishments, the momentary pause ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? November 8, 2014 ALL IS ONE The power of the pastor’s sermon Made of us a sacred building Church and people, men and women The reading from Ezekiel The vision of the rising water Flowing downward from the Temple Sent away from Mass, outside We saw a ruptured water main The street submerged like some flood tide Again and again coincidence Or so they say who will not see The power of God’s resonance The Master of comparison Speaks and all the worlds are His—All is one, the world is One Pavel November 9, 2014 IN SURPRISE Some say the dark and empty way Awaits the living, others say That travelers in time advance To nothing, by the rules of chance So bear in mind the things that be Arisen from an entropy, That nothingness, no length or breadth, Should in itself bear only death Would seem to make impossible A unison divisible, That neither life nor death are nulls, Make evident reciprocals I saw the winter gather in Fraternal snow and sister wind, I saw my own face in the sea While in surprise it looked at me ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? November 11, 2014THEY WILL BE CHANGEDEvery night I pray for her My fingers on the crucifix A want of love had made her suffer So that within the spirit’s core Where love should gain permission in Love and caution were at war So that she never learned to hope For safety in another’s love, I see her on an upward slope Her vision growing light and clear For as she gains she gathers trust, The more in love, the less in fear More she gains in confidence In Christ as she ascends towards Him The greater is her innocence Color, form and perfect grace Resolve into the purest sense As she draws closer to His face This is how the dead are changed When Christ receives them to Himself But would it not to us be strange If we the living were as she In perfect buoyancy of love? So may she think of, pray for me Pavel November 12, 2014 THERE WAS A PROMISE The first snow of autumn, The ides of November, Seeds of the wild things Cached in their burrows Some will survive The stroke of the winter, Earth is too warm now To welcome the snow With people as well The freezing begins, Creatures may perish Under the wind But there will be some Who will not be lost Under the cover Of winter frost The seed of the spirit Gathered in haste Bears in the winter A blessed race As for the others Who live as they please, They will go hungry And cold as they freeze Who will invite them Into the nest To feed on abundance? They are the blessed For there was a promise When Nazareth fed From little the many And rose from the dead ?????????????? Pavel ?????????????? November 13, 2014 I HAVE WAITED LONG The world created stood before the Risen Lord And made confession to the highest priest Within the sanctuary of His holy temple Which is the world itself and all that it contains Lord God Holy One my parts remain at war, Winter against summer, sea against the land, stones Against the frost, against the freezing rain, And all my creatures feed on one another The life of one becomes another death, Some will never come to life and breed, The young may not survive, the old devoured By the young forgotten and dispersed No memory remains, the worlds themselves Are swallowed up in fire, dust to dust, And though you made them for their splendid beauty What is the end of all except futility? My precious one, My dearest own creation Said the Lord, a stole around His shoulders (The stole was purple, like the bruises on His skin The cruel flagellum of the scourging) You have not sinned at all, you are dismissed Except for one, and I have died for him, But where is he for whom I took the Cross? I would forgive, but I have waited long ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? November 14, 2014 THERE I SAT Above Cullera on the coast A stronghold of the Muslims rose Along the angles of a hill Now the walls alone remain While slightly higher on the slope There is a small beloved church There I sat and watched the Lord As people came and touched His feet The One suspended from the Cross So gently touched in ruefulness And pity for another’s wounds In pure compassion for the Christ As He like any sufferer Twisted there in agony As would another human soul Pity for the world’s Creator Made the people touch His feet To close the circuit of the world And so each morning, every night I lightly touch the Savior’s feet As He does our offended souls And He would heal them as He could By simple touching if we let God hold them longer for a while Pavel November 16, 2014 THE ONLY QUESTION WORTH DISPUTE All will be forgotten, every one Or nothing is forgotten, ever done, This is the only question worth dispute But each one can the other one refute So let us put the question to one side Along with vain obscurity and pride, Attend to one another in our need As we were fed so shall another feed And if with flesh and blood we have been fed Of Christ, we who are counted with the dead, Then if these are a freely given gift Then why should we be culpable of thrift? Either love is futile and must die And so the world’s forgetfulness imply, Or love is greater than forgetfulness And all the powers of the world are less Even death itself is not as strong Even time’s duration not as long, And yet it is not possible to show The lineaments of love, and yet we know Pavel November 17, 2014 SO FOUL A SKY So foul a sky clears not without a storm. Shakespeare, King John, Act 4,Scene 2Flurries, a frost as if of senescence West, white blizzards lean and bend The hills are screened with deceitful veils Now the beginning not the end A storm, they say, of triple winter Not one summer in between Who will be left when the storm is over? What sun shines behind that screen? Hear the windows shake their frames The gale, perhaps a sonic shock Of missiles flying overhead, The doors of Janus are unlocked Afterward what peace remains? A thaw and crocus in the fields That once were cities of the plain What harvest can a blizzard yield? Another world, another life And all for nothing seemed the war, But in the soul and in the mind An evil frozen to the core Pavel November 18, 2014 LETS IT ROLL Hills who glory in duration Say where you have been, Under sea, above the clouds White faces to the wind Some who live the briefest lives Scrabble slopes and ranges, Comprehend our shape through time And how it always changes But we are also juveniles Beneath the hills of time That rise and fall and rise again With which we hills align They in turn are foothills Beneath a splendid throne From which the Lord of all of us Rules timelessness alone Each hill enfolds another In endless resonance, But none beneath the sight of Him Arises out of chance For though he rules eternity And writes it in a scroll, He touches every little stone Lifts up, and lets it roll ?????????????? Pavel ?????????????? November 19, 2014 WHEN SUMMONING TO MEET THE BLESSED A young hawk lighting on our fence An eye that with a golden cast Through the morning thrusts a glance Noble shoulders, tapered wings Tail a perfect slender rod Favored beauty, child of God Never stirring but to turn The rounded turret of its head Perhaps already hawk full fed Does not deign to move until Some spirit moves it to depart Creature of a faultless art Do not say such beings are The product of a random throw For we who love them see and know The patterns of the forge and fire That from creation’s moment cast A mold that perishing will last So that the herald will recall This calm patrician winged guest When summoning to meet the blessed Pavel November 20, 2014 WHICH ONE IS ME Centurion, an order came, Take a detail, get it done, The crucifixion of two thieves And Jesus Christ who is God’s Son As in such a cruelty Base confusion and disorder, Distraction and banality The sourness of sweat and horror I sat before the tabernacle Where in stillness Jesus stayed, Man and God eternal watched As Judas came to kneel and pray I saw Judas on his knees Ask forgiveness, need it most, Why should he not take Communion, Gratefully receive the Host? We the parsimonious Scandalized depart but He Impassively observes us both And who can say which one is me? Pavel November 21, 2014 SEVEN ARTISTS How did the bread that Christ transformed To body come to be? What craft and art transformed the wheat Into divinity? A fine musician sang the sun Into the warming sod, The seeds the poet cast reached up To drink the rain of God The jeweler struck a blade of flint Honed till it was keen, With it cut the wheat stalks down, The shocks of them made lean The potter took them to be threshed To separate the heads, The painter mixed the flour With water to make bread: Water but no leaven Extracted from the yeast, No oil required but it was Most fitting for a feast The sculptor was the baker And in the oven thrust The bread till it was sweet inside, Outside there was no crust Then the dancer took the bread And set it on the board, A bread the Christ transformed into The body of the Lord Now tell us, said the artists, This body, is it free? If you would eat My body, friends, Then you must follow Me I have paid the price for you To Me it is no loss If you will do what I have done And help Me lift My cross This bread will give you strength enough Although the bulk is great, It was my blood the wine you drank My body that you ate ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? November 22, 2014 BURY ME HERE Up on the height The hills spread out On a warm fall afternoon The whistling hawk A bosun’s pipe Soars to its evening rest Better up here Above the race Of the quarrelsome ones Space to the mountains Encircling scarps And to the sky alone Peace and no words From the restless race Silent below But the trees have already Lost their crowns And the sharp wind waits For the troublesome folk Who live underneath This endlessness Soft blows the wind From the trembling south The last leaves flutter A brief respite A pause out of time Bury me here Pavel November 23, 2014 AT THE END OF TIME At the end of time The celebration of a Mass, one chapel, A solemn preparation for a burial The final requiem A body lies before the altar Seraphim sing praises from the psalter Where are we now? Who is lying in the coffin? This is dead Lazarus and this is heaven The risen flesh is raised And Christ the sacrifice who died Is now by heaven glorified What does this mean? The dead are raised but once forever Time is vanquished, time is over One who never falls never rises So shall the dead be thus Forever of the type of Lazarus ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? November 25, 2014 AT THE WEDDING The tireless, the young who dance The wedding of the worshippers Of nature spirits and romance And all their ghostly nomenclature Nothing to the Christ referred Who sanctifies the wedding tie, The worshipping of Lucifer The children’s neo-pagan lie That something unexacting rules The world’s profuse extravagance, Ecstasy become a school And every joy erotic dance Beyond the lights, the canvas tent I wander into autumn night As if on mission to be sent, To leave behind naive delight Where flushed with some hormonal glee Transported by the rhythmic beat, The lyric of hilarity They gesture as they stamp their feet Into the silence of the depths Where overhead the glories fly And stately majesty is kept In tabernacles of the eye Pavel November 26, 2014 HE KNOWS OF THEM ALL For the reading today they chose Sirach, a blessing Not Revelation, the cursing of Babylon, Cosset the gratified smug congregation As everyone knows, bad things never happen The results of our doings flit in the wind Forgotten as ripples smoothed on a pond But oceans are poised on the narrowest fulcrum Mountain chains roll on the point of a stick Great conurbations are brittle as chalk At the end of the Mass one offered the Host As the body of Jesus and not of the Christ For demons had fed on their self-satisfaction He offers Himself to the blind and the deaf As if they were equal to martyrs and saints For He knows of them all and offers Himself ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? November 27, 2014 A TIME OF THIEVES They swung their heavy hammers Smashed the plate glass windows Took a hundred Rolexes The wheelman picked them up Then they rode somewhere Perhaps to Baltimore or anywhere But no one can steal time Only diamond watches Time may not be stolen Time inviolate Time the everlasting Until it ends So that the robbers’ fence Will pay them ten per cent And the money will run out Money buys no time But time will spend them well It is no miser Let us purchase time Say all the money thieves But time is not for sale If someone robbed some time Wound it in a watch The watch would seize and stop They would cease to run But time would travel on And leave them there Pavel November 28, 2014 YOUR ROOM IS READY Your room is ready, six six six O my God, what place is this? Big and bright, shipshape, spacious The staff are pleasant, kind and gracious But where’s the room, the corridor Has many numbers on this floor None of them is that assigned So many doors but none is mine The passageways are long and curved Will I be placed where I deserve? There’s a snack bar and a crowd It seems that eating is allowed Here is a wide and sunny place A throng but no familiar face But there’s a couple that I know Among the constant ebb and flow I have seen them both before And they will find the proper door They know me and I know them They guide the lost, will not condemn Pavel November 30, 2014 TWO OLD RAVENS Two old ravens in a tree Looked down on a battlefield, The older said: See what I see? I think a truth has been revealed Remember when they had no souls? No, the other said, but you Can tell what ancient mountains told When they looked down and Earth was new I tell you they were peaceable Except when there was scarcity Of food or females, all was well, The violence flared up fleetingly Once the beasts had souls they kept Their malice burning day and night Like fire in a smothered pit, Their cunning kept it out of sight But when it flared it burned and burned Until it burned their places down, It even makes my stomach turn And I take pickings where they’re found Was it the soul inside that bled, The wound that made them so insane? It may be so, the older said, When they could give their lust a name When they changed from soulless beast Into a soulful animal Their purity as creatures ceased And there was born the criminal The ravens stood and rubbed their beaks Across the limb where they had sat, Then they spread their wings to seek The beasts who burn their cities flat Pavel November 30, 2014 EVERLASTING LIFE By one way or another If in patience, without claim Except the claim of love in Jesus’ name Astonishment to learn That those who live before God’s Throne Will make their living presence known As Aaron sanctified the tribes So with this blessing will they bless If you the graciousness of Christ confess The sign will find you from all places That ever were, in every tongue As ever those who live have sung This will be given as a gift To all for whom the year is new To show that everlasting life is true That those who circle round the light Are acolytes of majesty Who dress Him in His sacristy With praise and glory as a robe In which He shows His shining face To all who glorify His grace Pavel December 2, 2014 TIME AND YOU Summer night and windless, warm When I went walking in the sea I thought my God had forgotten me From Corsica came choppy waves Low and ivory-fretted foam Across the shoreline coming home Down the shore the River Jucar Spread its crest along the sea Nothing in the waves knew me Either then go forward, back Through darkness of a light untrue Because the muffled moon was new But someone said not for a while Because I am not finished yet Go landward let the dark moon set It, not me, unfinished yet With what the voice had made of me Who walked by darkness through the sea For if one wades out far enough The buoyancy lifts up the mass And then the weightless through it pass To leave that earthly weight is such A strong desire of the fugue Of loss that turns to lassitude Those who know the viscid wish To cast away the robe of dread Will know why they turn back instead Because there is no ending made And something says it is not through This summer night with time and you ?????????????????????? Pavel $?????????????????????? December 3, 2014THE LAST STOP The last stop comes, the train arrives The doors are open, all must leave, Through the doorway from the night Tendrils of the white fog weave The platform in the open air Conducts the edges of the cold, Doors have closed, the train departs The rigors of the night enfold Now we must descend and search The frigid streets for ways to find A shelter and perhaps a home, Fatigue and fear defeat the mind Lost and lost, the city strange, A web without a center spreads Without a plan, without a map A single light shines up ahead Bright but somewhere close or far With no perspective to disclose The scale of things, the size of things Or when and where the sun last rose ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? December 6, 2014 THEN I WALKED ACROSS THE ROAD As I walked down an autumn hill I saw my shadow too Ripple through a screen of trees Saplings as they grew Ripple as if indistinct Ghostly as a specter, As if from solid living form A shadowy defector That must be me, the real one That delicate outline, And what I think of as compact Mere notions of the mind For if there should be something old As old as galaxies, In so much time my solidness Would vanish instantly Then I walked across the road And downward from the hill, The level sun declined a bit And all the shadows filled ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? December 7, 2014 CLOUDS LIKE CLIFFS Clouds like cliffs above the hills Fog through which a gray light pours A call of geese above the mist If we could see above these clouds An echelon of shouting birds Would seem to row across the sky If you and I could see right through The clouds that cover up the world It would reveal an exodus Every spirit hatched from death Rising up to join the blessed That fly because they can forgive ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? December 8, 2014 WAITS FOR US As a dog of the hunter follows a scent The man and the woman follow the track Of God the ineffable As a hawk above forests, clearings and fields Watches the movements of hares and voles From the sky of autumn As a trout of the summer in clear blue streams Looks for the flight of the dragonfly In the mists above currents So God in His mercy lays down His trace In the clean white world of the printed snow In the April world of the untouched hills We sense Him and glimpse Him And then we are drawn to Him As the scent hound follows the fleeing deer Drawn forward by spoor towards the hunted prey Our master and savior, the hidden one Waits for us in His wilderness ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? December 10, 2014 CHANNELS Who are we before the Lord? Wounded spirits who still crawl Or come with crutch and sling, not all To those the wound of love denied A buffet dealt to injured Christ Garments gained by throws of dice Those whose suffering was grim Will not come forward to be blessed And healed by Christ, their health is less So then for those the rest will plead It is such duty to be here And joy as well, where love is near Then the well-spring of His love Will flow as from the Temple ran The fertile glory, Son of Man We are the channels of the spring That guide the water in its course But only channels not the source ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? December 11. 2014 IN CONFESSION The Devil’s a gunman who stands in a doorway Waiting to prey on the passers-by, The soul is a hostage standing beside him And who will release the soul but I? The gun is a rusty, unhandy weapon And yet it intimidates those who are scared, The demon assumes a covered position Walls on three sides but exposed to the air Soul of my soul, up to the doorway He is more cowardly than you might guess, Thrust him aside and rescue the prisoner Take up your courage my soul and confess Pavel December 13, 2014 NONE CAN GUESS As if now summoned she alights again Broad of shoulder, tapering of wing And how should we who see her know her name? The creatures on the ground are not afraid One small beast approaches her and sniffs Stretches out as if it had been tamed I see her on the fence from where I sit A soul of wing and steel from those deep draughts That flow in icy currents on her breast As I have summoned one who seemed like her In mental picturing, this day she comes As powerful as then in fledging dress But when full-fledged what messenger is she And on what day will she alight, arrive? That time will be which none of us can guess ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? December 13, 2014 CLIMB UP MOSES Marooned in the present, Robinson Crusoe Hearing late the dying echo Waiting for the rain that happened Seeing ships that no one summoned Finite is as finite does For him the shore is mountainous But all the same the sea is vast The present small and does not last Somehow there across the sea And into visibility A cloud that takes familiar form A thunder cloud, a rainless storm Climb up Moses to the peak The view from there not for the weak Suddenly the sea goes dry As when the fierce Egyptians died Then the waves roll back at last The future claps against the past Who escapes and shall not drown Are those who can recall that sound ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? December 14, 2014 SUCH A CLEVER MONKEY There used to be a saying A Chinese apothegm, A monkey in the road Can stop ten thousand men See the column halted The army is spellbound, Such a clever monkey We put our weapons down We have seen the monkey Who stops an army dead, Here we will be halted In regiments of lead The Devil is the monkey Who capers in disguise, Such a clever monkey To keep us paralyzed ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? December 15, 2014 ON THE MOUNTAINS As the dew falls lightly The Spirit of God on the hills The sweet valleys So on my soul Fertile or sterile, never at peace Except in your presence So in that place The Lord’s appearance Grace upon grace What will there be When the dew has fallen Above and below? In the valleys peace The grain of God On the mountains, snow Pavel December 17, 2014 THE WHELPS OF JUDAH I saw the lions mass and run Across an unknown plain, their flanks Were pressed against each other and They moved as one in rows and ranks What lions are these, sir, I said And when can I stand farther back To see the rising of the dead, The glory which the world has lacked? On no, he said, this is no end But first there must be massacre When no one can the wealth defend Within the whitewashed sepulcher Their capital was bones and skin Prosperity putrescent meat, The whelps of Judah have grown thin And now they starve and wish to eat ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? December 18, 2014 UNTIL THE SKY IS READY The power at work so quietly That we never hear the sunrise Or the footfall sound at dusk We are the incomplete Unfinished sentence Bated breath I saw great dusk display Fluorescent fire opal Burning primrose in the west The lights are on in the valley The winter hills unfinished Until the sky is ready ?????????????? Pavel ?????????????? December 19, 2014 ARE YOU NOT AMAZED? Do you know me, I am your Son who made you, I am born The offspring of a carpenter Given over to the scorn Of many but the ragged few Whom I selected as my friends, Caiaphas knew not of you—The priestly money that they spent To bribe a traitor to betray Would better have been spent on bread To feed the multitude but they Knew me not till I was dead But here I am, the foster son, The infant Jesus that you raised Who now becomes the Risen One—Joseph are you not amazed? ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? December 21, 2014 FOR ONE GOING BLIND I saw the rising winter bird Go up as light as thistledown Perceived her tiny gentle word As keenly as a trumpet sound Her fire cloaked and wrapped inside If truly seen would show a flame Enough to light the whole world wide, The flesh a mere impassive frame Living beings cloaked in light Are then made dark by being slow So that the one who loses sight Inside like fire still may glow She less dark for being blind Would seem as bright as dawn at sea When every terror is refined Into a splendid mystery ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? December 23, 2014 THE ONE WHO GUARDS INFINITY The one who guards infinity said this: As many grains of light as he will need To grow the grain of being that exists Are given to the gardener as seed To plant the light in loam of memory And when it grows existence is the crop, The harvest gathered in is harmony And never will the gathering be stopped This is how the world is made to be And I am here to guard it and profess The crop of light, the everlasting tree For I am one of His and tireless To see that every grain of love is kept Immaculate, the harvest never done, But everything that fails to love is swept Into a bottomless oblivion ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? December 24, 2014 IN BETHLEHEM Have you heard that God is born today? But He is God and will not bear that way Have you seen Him mewling in the straw? Infants weep, do not inspire awe Was there not above the crib a star? A stall below and God is always far Is He not the Son of the eternal? The cosmos is the shell and God the kernel Do not majesties approach to praise? The Christ must come but possibly delays Is He not foretold in prophecy? He will be fierce and bring an armory Let me show you what will be His tomb Beneath the walls of Zion there is room For all that is and ever there will be, In Bethlehem immortal infancy ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? December 25, 2014 WHY If the sun Won’t burn forever Stars themselves Are suns together Watch the sparrow Build a nest As all the trees In sparrows dressed Dance for summers Then lie down That all their winds May be unwound Listen quickly Listen well So you may all The blessed tell How there was Earth And summer sky But let forever Tell them why Pavel December 26, 2014 THROUGH SILENCE There is a time, a time of God When every creature stops and waits, Time itself has halted, then Each sentience that God creates Listens and detects the stroke Of every pulse and every thought, The inhalation of the light Which animates what God has sought All become aware of all Each anima aware of each, So down comes every block and wall That through the silence all may reach ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? December 27, 2014 WHY? He is so thin, it grows inside, A thing within no more will hide That draws his flesh to ever less, Oh Lord from whence comes this distress? To be so chosen to grow pale As one by one his organs fail, It takes him inch by inch by day Until his life it takes away What reason is there? Can it be? The crab will not let him go free Though radiation, surgery, Why not them? he asks, why me? Who can know or make reply Or will give reason we must die? I know I saw him white as lead And thin to imitate the dead Perhaps a scout or guide to find A pathway through the frightened mind To cross at last the boundary That rings the land the dying see ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? December 29, 2014 FIREWOOD The Ageless One, the Timeless One No duration may expend The Uncreated without end Who from eternity made laws Drew fertile light from latency And with it made whatever was to be Took light and made it run and live Smoothed and trained it to a yoke Until it moved and saw and spoke These flames became the sentient Drawn upwards from the pool of this Flowing of the universe This is what we are but yet To what purposes transformed From living light but barely warm To flames of everlastingness These moving, thinking, feeling sparks That seem to flare into the dark? Fearful and uncertain things—Look at those who pass you by The unconsumed who never die Wonder for what purpose made He creatures frail and tentative Except as firewood that lives ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? December 30, 2014 BELT IT ROUND YOU What are we being readied for? The mood is militant, defensive The prospect is of war As ever when the die is cast The tempo rises of belligerence Until the heart beats fast I thought I saw my uncle then Returning from another war Which had devoured many men And I a small child meeting him The corner of our peaceful street And he not even hurt or grim And in his pack were souvenirs Machine gun bullets and a Luger—He’d left behind him all his fear Discarded ownerless somewhere Until another found it, put it on—Belt it round you if you dare Pavel December 31, 2014 A DREAM OF GOD The Lord said: For today here is My Mass book Take it to the altar, open, read I gripped it with both hands so heavy was it It was the world of light itself I took On the left the sun, the right the moon I went up to the altar of the Lord I placed it on the table, opened it Beside me there was midnight, there was noon On the page I saw a lake so vast The wind of winter hurled a host of waves Edge to edge, from shore to shore they raced But like a narrow collar ice was cast Jealousy transfixed by sullen rage A glistening circumference in the sun So there was a fringe around a lake That bore its blue in glory on the page The collar was a necklace of contempt The lake of blue a reservoir of souls Full and free unless they touched the earth And this is what a dream of God has dreamt ?????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????? January 1, 2015 TAKE IT AS A WARNING There’s something perching in that hemlock tree Say the crows—a something you can’t see, But we know it, see it and we caw, It must be gone and soon, it is our law Round and round in circles cry alarm Because there is a hawk and can do harm, Hawk inside the hemlock, make it go, Curse the day it saw an angry crow There’s another time, another day, Hawk above the forest over prey Plummets from the sunward to surprise The crow that never looks above, it dies Take that as a parable, a fable, See that expectation is unstable, Take it as a warning and beware, Scan the earth but also scan the air Pavel January 2, 2015 DID YOU THINK? Ice rain, cold rain, winter rain Steady rain, white rain, clear rain Black rain, sleet rain It will freeze and will not thaw No salt will melt it, liquefy That slick hard surface This is not rain at all But the armor of the human heart Cold and impervious Or did you think that rain is only rain? ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? January 3, 2015 DROWN A FISH A little golden fish I saw, exquisite in a pool A pool at dawn and all alone, not swimming in a school A jewel, a gem, a treasure fish, and yet so modest, small The Devil walking by the sea, remarked the fish and roared Kill me that fish, that golden fish, the fish that I abhor The fish that irks me through and through, so settle me that score The imps that ran beside the fiend, did everything they could To drain the pool or steam it up by means of firewood To spear or hook or net the fish, but these the fish withstood A spring flowed everlastingly, malevolence was stuck Heat was never hot enough, nor could the fish be struck By any means or implement though evil ran amok Then drown the fish, the Devil said, find me an ocean sea Find the deep ones deep enough to drown what vexes me The imps jumped up and poured them in and clapped their paws with glee Then far and wide and vast and deep an ocean spread and rolled The golden fish near vanished in that ocean manifold But still the fish would calmly swim, the Devil lost control You stupid imps, you blockheads, you empty hollow pates That fish will be my misery, the sum of all my hates Drown the wretched golden fish, it’s dawn and getting late But as the sun rose up and spread the day the fish began To grow in measure with the light until much larger than The largest whale that ever swam, was ever seen by man Stupid silly fiends of Hell, you cannot drown a fish By throwing it in any sea as deep as you could wish And who would think it otherwise except the devilish So then the fish, the golden fish, grew larger than a whale As golden as the rising sun from golden head to tail And every fin a foil of gold and golden were the scales Golden was the light it shed, as golden was the fin Until it met a merchant ship, was bound for Spain for tin The sea was deep as Jonah sailed, the sailors threw him in Pavel January 4, 2015 WHY SHOULD I? He rushes onward, onward, onward Momentum has a grip Draws him, leads him, pulls him forward Torso like a pendulum With a double swinging stride Behind him is a never-perfect vacuum Superman with seven billion heads Famished, never full He wants to gobble down your daily bread Onward and onward, until there is no more Until there is no sky above Beneath there is no floor Onward ever onward, he sees there is no end He takes the sky in fourteen billion hands And tries to make it bend Twists it in a double strip, deforms the sky Stop it fool you shout, he bellows back Shut up, why should I? ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? January 5, 2015 WHERE THEY WAIT The people of the sky appeared last night Their bodies mottled azure blue The white of scattered clouds But since their bodies blend against the sky They are invisible to all except the few No one will commend them, they have few friends Since hardly anyone can tell Where they begin and brightness ends They are slowly dying as a race As storms appear, of them there is no trace But they will manifest to those who wait Sometimes years and decades till they come To show themselves in solitary places The edges of a lucid dream perhaps But even then one may not see their faces Here is what I know of them, they are not fire But they have knowledge of where fire glows They ride the wind that canters from the west And to the east when day has weakened go But where they wait for light again nobody knows And yet I think they pity us and now foresee From loftiness what others may not see A heightened risk of some calamity Which we in lower space do not suspect Because we know not where we go nor can detect The cross of roads where corollaries intersect ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? January 8, 2015 SO BRIGHT To the top I go To meet the Northern Clipper To wait for Lady Snow Her soft and silent slipper But that must be tonight The sky is laced with blue Gray and brilliant white The wind has blown askew Not even crows have flown Since morning or have called But light itself has grown So bright that it can scald ?????????????? Pavel ?????????????? January 7, 2015 MOUNT SUBASIO Mount Subasio, a cleft The refuge of the primal friar Was there not a blessed peace A silence in which one could hear? No gossip and no violent words To break the caul of innocence Bird song only, never scandal Nor the rattle of a rumor Only wholesome rain and snow The soughing of the virgin wind Calumny, malicious prattle Such are mankind’s fond delights Francis, tell us, how the wounds Even so have not yet healed For as stigmata printed him Bleeding from the hands and feet The jealous curses of the race Ascended even to his cell Pavel January 9, 2015 WHERE IS HE? He told us: Wait, I come again Transformed Himself through bread and wine And then appeared to Paul, and then His life in us a present grace Appeared in love that gives itself, Love’s affections interlaced So that the monks in capitals Drew thickets where His creatures hide Herbs adorning animals Comes again and still once more Until like summer’s heavy rain Love and graces pour Where has He gone and why so late This promised sacrament returned? But it is Christ Himself who waits Pavel January 9, 2015 HERALDIC BEASTS On one side for a guard there stands A desert tortoise tan of shell And on the other is a lion Turned to plaster by a spell The tortoise holds the Holy Father Propped against his carapace The lion gazes through the window At the winter sky and space But if the two should vivify The lion will step forth a stride To roar, the tortoise just as bold Extends his neck and scorns to hide These are my heraldic beasts Not much bigger than my thumb But never trifle with them if They wake and move, they are not dumb ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? January 10, 2015THE RIVERS RAN OIL The Tigris, Euphrates A male and a female Flowing from Eden Before the great Fall Joined at the ocean Scented with attar Of olive and date Of fig, oleander Spread to the seas A copious scent To make the earth teem Those bountiful currents Beasts became numerous Forests spread wide Through the lands of the Earth Before there was pride But when the first couple Chose willful dishonor Instead of delight There was fire and terror Ousted from Eden To an exile of toil They dug in the ground And the rivers ran oil ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? January 11, 2015 THE TWILIGHT OF THE GODS Little moth, the opera is in progress See, the doors are open, flutter in, Down an aisle above the many seats Do you see the colors, hear the music? No, there is a cavern and a sunless warmth Currents rising, falling and a breath of wind Vibration in the air and amplitudes To make the membranes of my wings pulsate Don’t you understand the clever story? Love and vengeance, treachery, a golden ring, Power for a sacrifice of human love Renunciation till the end of time No, there’s nothing in it but some roominess Sunless beaming of a light, exotic smells Listen then, my little one, those others here Know no more of God than you of this Pavel January 12, 2015 THEY FOUND THE GOLD The signs are worse, the birds fly up The pigeon’s liver spotted red, Leaves are floating in the cup The calf has bawled to wake the dead Stir the milk and read the curds Signs portend a time of stress, Augers know the flights of birds But where they roost they only guess Once an expedition sought Alexander’s treasure in A desert where the Greeks had fought The army of the clever jinn They found the gold, a heavy pile Until the weight they barely bore, But when they traveled on a while They came to where they’d been before Voices called them from the dunes Devils led them in a dance Round and round in circles, soon They lost their way, spellbound, entranced Followed roads the jinn had made But jinns in deserts always lie, Heat descended, never shade They drank their water bottles dry, They were never seen again–Read the entrails of the dove—Walk a desert end to end You’ll never find the shade of love Pavel January 13, 2015 THE SACRED WORD Before the second coming The dawn before that day There sat an angel on a stone A pearwood lute to play What is the music, angel And what might you be called? I am the angel Gabriel Today the world must fall This is a suite of Johann Bach I play before the end I love the taking of the strings The melodies they send They are like the world of light In which all melodies Resound together on the lute I made from pearwood trees Then he struck the final chord And sang the sacred text The sky became a sacred word The angel uttered next ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? January 14, 2015 WHAT MIGHT YOUR WISHES BE? He came up over the Moore’s Hill ridge Just as the winter sun was rising Red shadows on a thin snow cover It takes some guts to hike alone Even if your wind is good A titanium valve is in his heart Bitter cold in January Along the foothills and the scarps Of the rolling Alleghenies When the trail has narrowed in There’s not much room to place a foot On the rough and glassy ridge Once at the foot of another ridge Climbing up in waist-deep snow It was so cold to stop was death At dusk’s blue end I saw two mink Tumbling, romping in the drifts As the night cold squeezing tested me Face to face to meet blue death And then pass by and say farewell Means you have to go alone Sometimes there’s an urge to see And meet whatever stands and waits To ask: What might your wishes be? Pavel January 15, 2015 AT MORNING MASS At morning Mass were just a few But for a moment many more Were sitting there behind my pew At ease and watching with content The Eucharistic sacrament The transformation imminent Behind me for I sat ahead The vanished ones for whom I prayed The confident immortal dead Yes we are the ones who died Waiting for the golden One We would by this be satisfied They were there, I could not see Their faces for I did not turn But they had come to sit with me But in a moment they were gone And I began to beat my breast To finish our eleison ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? January 16, 2015 WHAT COMES NEXT The snow said print your footsteps here Then came the quail, the fox, the deer With hoof and pad and toe and claw That all was published by the law Afterward a war to write With shell, grenade and laser sight Rocket salvos tracked their feet On fields that once had grown gold wheat I saw those letters black as soot Where guns had stamped a burning foot But then survivors, scavengers Would scatter these until they blurred Peruse in haste this blotted text Before the spring and what comes next ????????????????? ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? January 18, 2015BEHOLD THE ELEVATION Behold the Elevation of the Host A prologue and a little preparation To bring the festal dinner of the blessed Lovers at the banquet who will feast Upon the open glory of the mighty One A celebration that will never cease But one who sat at table rose and said What about the little ones on Earth Abused and broken, love-starved and so seldom fed The voice was not a low and cringing treble But rose above the singing of the psalms Nor was the questioner a probing devil And then for many moments there was kept Great silence as the Glory showed His face That was the battered Crucified, He wept And then the vision faded and I thought My Christ I cannot bear it yet You did Such agony of pity that You sought ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? January 19, 2015 MAKE THEM TAME The tracks of rabbits in the snow That cut across, diagonals, Seldom do we see them though Cottontails avoid our sight There before and afterward Though it be day, though it be night They say the weak outlast the strong But meanwhile long of life are those Who hold the power—Lord how long? But this is how, the weak evade The potency that must erode, Their might, their strength is overplayed That leads the great to self-defeat Exhaustion, even boredom wins, Their triumph never made complete But like the rabbits, so the meek Who live unnoticed as does Christ, The innocent whom Herod seeks That being so, the strong proclaim: We will domesticate the weak And make them tame Pavel January 21, 2015 IN THE TEMPLE There is a flame that burns at night Flint and steel against the tinder, There is a fire of the day Cities burning into cinder There is a fire on the altar, Priests of pagans giving omens, There is the fire of Isaiah Hill to hill a flaming summons In the temple of the soul There is a flame not great, not least And there a sacrifice is made By Jesus Christ who is our Priest There is a fire of His grace Which in the soul of us consumes The inner sanctum of that place, Sin and death and world and tomb ??????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????? January 22, 2015 AND SO HAVE I A peregrine close overhead No migrant but a transient On it sped In a moment passed In this mild January Warmer than the last Where will the falcon go? If it sees a cottontail Contrasted on the snow Will it stop and stun? Can the target sense it Feint and jump and run? Indifferent to me it flew On an errand soundlessly Something urgent drew The falcon to the west Perhaps a summons Seeing to its nest These birds of prey may know Even in a distant place Above the melting snow That something is awry And hasten there And so have I ??????????????? Pavel ??????????????? January 23, 2015 JANUARY 2015 I looked outside the window, saw A flowering that seemed to be A flowering against the law It is the end of January Then I looked again to see Snow entrapped and improvised To look like flowering to me, I am not circumspect or wise I will not be whole-hearted for A blossoming of warmth and buds Now there comes a winter war And there are blossoms seeping blood They will not see another spring Who burst by rocket, flame and shell, Few are those will know their names Or care where winter blossoms fell ??????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????? January 24, 2015 IN SEEING What did the wolf do? What did it answer to? It answered to hunger A cold snowy winter Down came the snow A veil the wind blows, God has gone where? To the world, everywhere What did the flowers do? Sunward the flowers grew, Turned with the sun A million as one The stem and the root The petal, the shoot, Height is the prayer Of the seed in the air What does a person do? What does he answer to? Hunger or light? Reason or sight? In seeing he finds The Christ of the mind In the Christ of the eye And in those who must die ??????????????? Pavel ??????????????? January 26, 2015 GO ON The sun went down, and all the ways grew dark —Odyssey;, trans. D. C. H. Rieu The ways grow dark this winter dusk And soon alone, each one astray Go where you will, you will be lost, None who came will know the way The signs were switched, the maps are false The mission given was a lie That sends you to your death or else The ones you left behind will die We heard a thunder growing near Or we ourselves approached the sound, No one knows what could appear Behind the darkness all around The orders say with confidence Our plans are working and by dawn There will be victory, immense Successes will be ours, go on ??????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????? January 26, 2015 SOME GREAT FALL The dam is fifty meters tall Of solid granite obdurate, So from the walkway in his fall He thumped the angles of the stones Hit the bottom where he lay With no apparent broken bones But he was dead and this is how: Each organ in the body fixed By membranes from the cleft to brow Was ripped away and so he died, Although he seemed unhurt without The organs were detached inside You could have rattled him and heard A sound of organs jumbled up Like pebbles shaken in a gourd Society may seem intact But if the soul is disengaged So that no part can interact Unless it jostles other parts—The separate mind uncoupled is From grace and spirit, soul and heart It was the impact violent Of some great fall that made it so And none have since been innocent ??????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????? January 27, 2015 A RACE OF ANGELSAbove, in these primeval hillsNew water runs through fossil seas,Evaporates, deposits crustsOf calcium the water freesHow many clumsy beasts kicked throughThose old uplifted bottomlandsBeneath an ocean, ever changedBefore transmuting to a man?From tusk to tail until at lastUpright and clever, stubborn-wiseA race emerging from the pastHow many aberrations died?God is patient yet contrivedAnother race angelic, fleetAs thought, as vital and aliveA human beings, though completeHe made them perfect from the startNo evolution was requiredAnd yet much closer to his heartThe flawed mutations He desiredFor as the angels brilliant be,To fire as is flesh to frost,So even dull and sluggish we,Not one He loves is ever lostPavelJanuary 29, 2015THIS WINTER STORMA stream of snow across the hillsWithin His place the Lord of stormsThe Lord of everlasting peaceA long and bitter winter duskThe western sky is yellow, bruisedDo not fall down or you will dieI walk five times around the churchCounter-clockwise, widdershinsInside His blessing Jesus staysOnce I waited on the CrossNow I wait for you to comeSo I can see you through to ParadiseIn truth, my Host, Your place aloneIs where I truly long to beAll peace, all rest, all sanityThen why do you not stay with Me?I have been waiting for so longTo hesitate is foolish, wrongIt is because I am not fitFor comfort yet, this winter stormCompared to me is peaceful, warmAS ONE OF THEM Whom He loves our Savior breaks As He broke on the cross, What sense in what He suffered then? Whose pain was it, whose loss? Did Jesus not forsake Himself When giving sacrifice? What price for this abandonment Which suffered paid no price? But children have no debt to pay Why do they suffer so? Grief and torment is the way That some must undergo But when they ask why is this pain, The blameless have no pride, Say reason falters once again As one of them He died ??????????????? Pavel ??????????????? January 31, 2015BESIDE YOUR STEPSThe hills have spoken and the trailsUnwind the tracks of fox and doeWhich weigh near nothing on the scaleThat weighs the heavy weight of snowWe are so strong we prop the sky,So old that ages fall like rainAnd run away though they may tryTo wear us down to seas againWhen you came here and printed textWith freezing, melting, sinking scriptWe shrugged, the feet that came here nextInto the morgue of ages slippedCan you mean no more than this,The tracks the beasts print on our backs?You are much more mysterious,Beside your steps another trackPavelFebruary 2, 2015WHAT WE LOST Who told them they were blessed When the Lord God gave them Paradise? They were simple, effortless All the creatures never fallen Lived as one beneath the shade of trees The undivided ecstasy of heaven The sword and fire of forgetfulness Banished them from holy unison They could not see beyond their own distress And here the creatures also die Devour one another as we do And the trees are sick with longing for the sky ??????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????? February 3, 2015 WISDOM IS HER NAME In all her complex weavings In the forethought of her stratagems In the subtleties of patience Shaped by all necessities In exquisite, elaborate detail Coded step by step in her determined plan Is it so? The code is somewhere elsewhere logical Enfolding and all-purposeful In her, in us, in everything and everywhere What is she then? Do you see the web The interlocking spiral threads? One like her, the spider, catches wings Although it too is subject to the algorithm And to it linked as silken cable is But she, the Spirit’s artifice, detains the soul Wisdom is her name ??????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????? February 4, 2015 WHAT MAY COME A man whose hobby is to build Bird houses though there are no birds, So those who write although not skilled Nail and hammer at their words Who thinks the birds will someday perch By spring at least or maybe summer, The dowel oak, the sides are birch The roof what he can glue together What will come he can’t foretell, He hopes to hear the tenants sing, But what may come no one can tell For who knows what the sky may bring???????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????? February 6, 2015 SOME LOOKED UP Some who climbed the rough-hewn plank Looked up to see the curving ark, Others in their nervous ranks Waited while the sky turned dark Which of us is waiting now For rescue as the sky grows dim, The sun falls down in spreading glow Against the Earth’s enormous limb? Some have thought this just a tale An ethno-mythic parable, A legend or a tribal veil Drawn across a chronicle Always there are refugees Fleeing from a field of war And natural calamities As there have always been before But now I think of greater gauge And powers we have summoned up, Stupendous violence we have waged The vicious pride of the corrupt There need not be another rain Or punishment that God exacts, Behold the clouds of wrath again And who can say the warrant lacks? ??????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????? February 8, 2015 WHO WOULD NOT? No escape, think of the sea To sink into a weightless warmth, A soul-supporting density A three-dimensioned glowing path Free to glide beneath a glass The mirror of the noon day light Where undetected angels pass From night to day and then to night No boundary or palisade No passport and no government, While overhead a thunder fades Above a distant continent Here a muffled song and there The ripple of a golden fin, Who would not revert from air, An angry and pursuing wind? ??????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????? February 8, 2015 SOMEWHERE IN UKRAINE Somewhere in Ukraine, some year Yet unborn you won’t remember In your far unknowing future But I see for you, in the street Blood poured out from skull to feet A crumpled man like surplus meat Although at end of every war We said that we will have no more And so in penitence we swore But we are born recidivists Homicides and hypocrites Animals with brains and fists And so I send this visual Of murder not unusual Your ancestors were criminal And pray that you have been released From slaughter and have got your peace Or else posterity has ceased ??????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????? February 10, 2015THE FUTURE The future in its chrysalis The unknown in its uterus Dark the contour in its womb The silken wrappings of its room Vague the nature of its shape But very soon it will escape Will it glide or will it swim In what way deploy its limbs It will assume familiar look And if by squinting be mistook But ever hatched it is unique Astonishing surprise, a freak Monster, demon, child of us The future in its uterus ??????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????? February 10, 2015 ENCOUNTERING INFINITY They heard a noise at evening as of God Underneath the trees, beneath the shade Walking in the breezy time of day And when they heard the couple were afraid Could it be the wind, the fertile Spirit Speaking through the branches as they motioned, Was it like a sea of waves, the swell Rolling through the reaches of an ocean? Sonorous and powerful His presence Strolling through the holy aisles of Eden, Invisible until the coming dusk Descended from the majesty of heaven They who had rejected timelessness Robbing from the innocence of power Dressed themselves in garments made of leaves, Encountering infinity they cowered ??????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????? February 13, 2015 AS FROM MY EMPTINESS Improbable to see five thousand men Sitting on a lawn, not more among Them than two loaves, two perch split-dried Hanging from the cord on which they’re strung So then the wonder rabbi feeds them all As if the air had wallets or the clouds Dropped the food from somewhere out of mind - You’d either scratch your head or laugh out loud I dreamed it did I? Yet I saw it done As from my emptiness these words are drawn As if five thousand hungry men were told To have some faith and sit down on the lawn ??????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????? February 14, 2015 NO MORE OF ADAM’S CURSE Tell me truly what will they resemble The souls in paradise when they assemble? Beautiful as birds of paradise Those fortunate to have been given twice To God’s good mercy and the light of grace? What will their natures be in that bright place? Nothing that the visionless can be In shadowland where seeing doesn’t see; No one knows among the race that fell What citizens of paradise could tell If those who live on Earth would comprehend What lies beyond the Alpha and the end But this I think I know and you might too, Imagine what the folk of Eden knew, That all is one, most beautiful, eternal Never old but always fresh and vernal, No barrier there was between the dream And consciousness, they did not have that seam That all is one and they were one with all As ever bright as spring with no nightfall, That what they saw and praised is what they spoke Before the oneness of creation broke; Such will paradise resemble still When unity of love will be fulfilled But more than this, the barrier between What spirits say and what they feel and mean Will be dismantled and the souls converse In harmony, no more of Adam’s curse That he within and everyone outside Would never touch, his fullest love denied ??????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????? February 15, 2015 LIKE THE RITUAL Like an eagle on His nest The Father waits above the world Above causality and time and space The universe is His to save Or plunge into oblivion As spinning foam dissolves into the wave If He spread the infinite As if He would take flight All day would turn to night And if He folded it again Space would fold against itself And time would end In what way does the balance hold Between destruction and creation The world’s beginning and the old? It is like the ritual Of great austerity Completed in the cenacle There He took what He had given And gave it back again But so the twelve became eleven If the soul were never free to go It would be changeless and unbending No sentience to know ??????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????? February 16, 2015 FROM THE START… From the start of everything On this you can depend, Starting is not finishing The end is not the end Nothing ends despite the throes Of one side or the other, There’s a thing the devil knows Never utter never Those who watch the world on high Seldom interfere Even when the simple die, Calamity draws near Let a soldier shoot a gun There will be a battle, God is no automaton The angels are not cattle Peace has never been the spread When war is on the plate, Judas took a piece of bread And flesh is what he ate ??????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????? February 18, 2015 EMERGING FROM THE SEA If thinking is an instinct Like walking up a hill, Like swallowing and drinking Like eating up your fill The blinking of an eyelid, Drawing at a straw, Would the mind be mindful According to a law? Thinking is the plover Not knowing where it goes, Born to be a rover The way a river flows Thought is like the pigeon From Noh’s menagerie That landed on a mountain Emerging from the sea ??????????????? Pavel ??????????????? February 19, 2015 THE WINTER OF THE GUN Hills disperse beneath a haze of snow Above the ridge comes summer’s overthrow, Now the conquest, victory of winter Means there will be bitter wind forever Overthrow, the north assembles all Its energy and smothering snow fall, Brings enough to finish the defeat, The immobility of cold and sleet If it lasts till summer hearts will fail Beneath a fall of everlasting hail, Rain is what we need, and summer sun But armies come, the winter of the gun If it lasts the rule of snow will spread A monarchy, the kingdom of the dead ??????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????? February 21, 2015 THE PRISM Simple is the white of snow Containing every color But if I look for elements Simplicity won’t measure A prism held against the light Will separate the tones From violet to green to red That seemed as white alone Are the colors made of white Or white of all the hues? I unify or separate Exactly as I choose If I search for signs of God I split or unify, So I may confirm His grace Or if I wish deny He is in the unity And also in the schism, Harmony the life of God And wonder is the prism ??????????????? Pavel ??????????????? February 22, 2015 BY REASON OF HIS LOVE If love can bring the dead to life Then love will be much more Than looking over darkling seas To see another shore It will be like the Christ who walked A lake in stormy weather, And that was death He walked across So death is not forever Christ is love who walks across The storm of death untouched, The violence that pulls us down Infirmity’s dry clutch And this is how He signed to us He is the Master of The tempest of mortality By reason of His love ??????????????? Pavel ??????????????? February 22, 2015 WE DREAMED THAT WE WERE DEAD The world rose up from sleep When Christ rose from the tomb But now it sleeps again Those who would not wake In the garden of Gethsemane Turn away in dreams Who keeps vigil now? Christ alone prepares, Watches in the garden The gibbous moon shines out And gives a brilliant light And the stars withdraw Although the moon is bright Shining in their faces They turn away and sleep It is the human race That must arise from death When death is conquered When He comes again Everyone will wake Remembering their dreams We dreamed that we were dead But Christ rose from the grave And we awoke ??????????????? Pavel ??????????????? February 23, 2015 AND THEN HE STOOD UPRIGHT By the end of a bitter winter The frost goes down a meter, Admit the soul is ground How far can frost go down? Can the life be lost, Repel a killing frost? Take love away, such chill Can grip the soul and kill If deeper, deeper goes The clutching of the snows The life of us will stop And never make a crop Never hope to raise The flower of God’s praise; Then what can bring a thaw? The One whom Mary saw The garden green at dawn, Across the earth was drawn A rod of living light And then He stood upright ??????????????? Pavel ??????????????? February 24, 2015 YET FORTY DAYS AND NINEVEH SHALL BE OVERTHROWN They listened and believed him, The marvel of it all, For many hear but do not heed A prophesied downfall Others do not even hear The noises in the street, They flourish in a deafness till A downfall is complete Anyone is justified To say this is a tale About the inescapable, Folk wisdom and a whale Others might identify A sort of bleak acumen, Oftener than oftener The city comes to ruin Nineveh attended once But ultimately fell, We are the inheritors Succumbing to a spell Jonah has posterity Prefiguring no lie, But all the fattened citizens Deny, deny, deny ??????????????? Pavel ??????????????? February 25, 2015 THE DREAM OF PRIDE He said: the door is open, I thought I saw it there, A portal into heaven Opened in the air A doorway or a window, Beyond it I could see Four rivers and a garden, A splendid fruiting tree The sunlight on the rivers Was like an aureole That sanctifies and covers The blessing of the soul Jacob dreams a ladder Between the earth and sky, But he can climb it never Heaven is too high Paradise descended Where angels rose and fell, Heaven condescended His destiny to tell But now the portal closes And seldom opens wide As Paradise disposes Against the dream of pride ??????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????? February 26, 2015 TWO WAYS OF LOOKING AT IT In one the past has evidently passed Over with, confirmed and not compounded, Being now is not to be misused, Nothing in the present is confounded But in the other way comes the eternal, That which happened happens never when But all is purpose, union in repose, There is no present, future or a then Now late winter streaming through the window Lights the desert plants a glowing green That I have placed before me at my elbow Who is it who looks and who has seen? Time is of the creature and the eye That sees itself and catechizes why? ??????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????? February 27, 2015 INSIDE ST. LEONARD’S Crowing on a red brick wall, strutting up and down A gibbous moon in daylight above the black-winged clown, Selene silver blackened, a rivet in a dome Far above the windows of the town’s retired home This is what the crow declares: You and we are one Between myself, the moon, the sky make no comparison, We are undivided, and that is what I call Crowing and swashbuckling along a red brick wall Those inside St. Leonard’s listen to the cry Thinking that they are so old that soonest they must die, But if they are immortal they will dissolve instead Into the great blue oneness above a white death bed Like to a weak solution their souls will concentrate By God’s evaporation into another state, Salt beneath the sunlight, crust along a beach Though gibbous is the winter moon, far above their reach ??????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????? February 28,2015 DECORATED He wrote to all the blogs and on-line papers Demanding war against some other country And every time he did another skull Was hung around his neck by grinning demons A skull with skin attached and shreds of flesh Bonus for his bloody dedication, Invisible except to fiends of hell And weightless in this world, though not another More and more and heavier and heavier Each son, each father lost became a head To hang around the neck of that warmonger The decorated eater of the dead ??????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????? March 2, 2015 THE RUINED LORD If you were ever broken, the pieces are still there, Try and pick them up again if you should ever care, Put yourself together from fragments on the ground, Stand erect on sutured legs, be sure to look around See the others mended although they always hide Fractures of the inner self, the damages inside, Was ever such an army as invalids like these Battered and forsaken rising from their knees? As Jesus healed the lepers and vivified the dead Wine made up from water, the famished many fed, So He puts together what agony has broken, Jesus is the ruined Lord come back again as token ??????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????? March 2, 2015 THE BLACK CREPE We may yet see the world in funeral crepe Streamers of blackness from burning cities So that from above the blue is blocked The night side spreading to both her sides And the moon looks down, wrote Robinson Jeffers, She says: My sister, what ails you so? A wretched scurf from the mites on my skin An inflammation that soon will clear Then you will face my seas again Cold and healthy with curds of foam The shallows bright with flowering coral But first the crepe of the black cremation Must this be? Said the moon to her sister Her silver cheeks against the sun, I am prepared my sister dear And have been since they scored my skin ??????????????????????? Pavel March 3, 2015NEEDING Tell us, Brenda, how long have you had MS? Fifteen years, she’s thirty-eight, looks less, Slim and pretty and leans on her walking stick Aside from her frailty she seems not to be sick Except for the obvious slurring of her speech And the trouble perhaps in her extended reach, Her dog like her is starved for company, She’s home by day and needs someone to see And O the strong compassion that I feel The unexpressed but hidden that is real, Invites a visit though she hardly knows Who we may be and through her needing grows Needing one another and so frail It seems sometimes a trivial detail ??????????????? Pavel ??????????????? March 5, 2015 LOST Shelter in the flat Antarctic Safe in your protecting shack, Wander in the flatness, whiteness, Which direction takes you back? Lose the sense of all direction When the drift begins to blow, Wise it is to plant some pickets, Crimson pennants on the snow Wander in a world without The love of God it is like this: Killing cold and featureless Where dry illusions flow and hiss Do not lose the cabin buried Underneath the white plateau, Wise it is to plant some pickets, Crimson pennants on the snow ????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????????? March 6, 2015 THE WINDS OF TIME The angle of the study heads southwest So that in March the window lets the light Come streaming from the morning in a column That leaves the window fading to the right Later on, three quarters after three Sunlight floods in glory as before, Golden on the window plants and pours Golden bars against the wooden floor The study is a ship that ploughs ahead Through time as if a vessel on a reach Of golden light to find a port of call Above a golden harbor and a beach There the souls are walking to and fro, The winds of time refreshing as they blow ??????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????? March 6, 2015 THERE COMES… There comes the wretched prodigal, the ne’er-do-well The one that everybody said had gone to hell, Rags for clothes, no shoes at all and one black eye I guess wherever he got to the well ran dry There’s the Dad with cleaner clothes, a fancy ring Gold I think and solar systems glittering, Sentimental fool, a hug and tears run down, He’d better stop that blubber or the kid will drown That’s a good one, look at how they pour the wine The way the dancers pound their feet is not refined, Don’t you hate their gushiness, it makes me cringe And every time I do it makes the fire singe ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? March 7,2015IN ALL YOUR BEAUTY The trees are waking from their sleep Whose roots have tunneled fathoms deep And touched the larva, mole and grub With bristle, knuckle, bend and nub And so confirmed to be alive The living that will rise and thrive, While they comb out their tender hair With fingers of the southern air On the limb a wordless note That some believe an empty rote, But these are lessons taught by love From deepest root to branch above Which is the best of any prayer To sing the light in wordless air, Say: Be of us and we will bathe In all Your beauty and be brave ??????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????? March 8, 2015 SO TELL US, CHRIST Who believes the love of God If one has been denied The love of human beings first? All love, stillborn has died But then if God Himself is love And He was crucified, Christ foretells how love becomes The breaching in His side Love itself received the Cross The hammer and the nail, And if we crucify our love Then love itself will fail But if we offer love for love It will rise up again, So tell us, Christ who rose for us If love will rise, and when ???????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????? March 9, 2015 ALL ADMIRED BABYLON All admired Babylon, but Babylon recedes Babylon the mighty is overwhelmed by weeds, Towers crack and crumble like maggot-sickened bread The city that was strident is the city of the dead But still an army swaggers up and down the street Merchants come together to falsify and cheat, They haggle and they swindle though long ago deceased Servants set a table at the graveside for a feast I was once in Babylon many years ago Saw the mighty ziggurat illuminated glow, Cast around the city a dome of lurid light But light projects the shadows to intensify the night From these deepest shadows a pestilence came out Greed and great indifference, depravity and doubt ??????????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????????????????????? March 11, 2015 HE MAY REPLY An angel took me up and showed The fire that the angel sowed, Seeds of fire in a field, Seeds of wrath that he unsealed I asked: When will these seedlings bear The flames of some deserved despair? He said: As Sodom will become The burning of your kingdoms come He said: when Samson set ablaze Tails of foxes in those days Of ancient Israel that was such A fire that the world will touch Then the fields of growing grain Now the cities of the plain, Around the circle of the sphere The blazing of the atmosphere I asked: is there a way to stop The growing of this burning crop? He said: I am a creature sent To compensate the innocent Above all else for this repaid: The children burned in fire raids; “Save me mother for I burn” For this God’s vengeance you will earn I asked: is there a way to halt This punishment against our fault? The angel paused and then replied: Ask One who for these children died There is less time than you can know For even now these seedlings grow, Appeal to Him, He may reply But who knows how He will, not I ?????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????? March 11, 2015 THE STRANGEST THING OF ALL I tell you of the strangest thing of all How love can come to love beyond a wall For love can love the infant held in arms And love can love the child who comes to harm Love can love the father and the mother Siblings and the helpless and all others Love can love the lover for her grace Or love her for the sweetness of her face Love can love the absent who return Love is given, taken but not earned But this is stranger far than love for those Love can love the one who dies and goes Goes beyond the visible and high For we can love the ones we love who die And if we thought them vanished into dust We would not want to love them, but we must ????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????? March 12, 2015 FOR WHAT HAS IT BEEN BORN? They let the strong force go To be used against their own As if it were a club or stone What else can they invent To murder one another, What can they discover? The flocks of heaven gather Angels in their place Perched above the human race They look down in dismay: See, they are the same As when his brother Abel fell to Cain They offer sacrifice Of their own flesh and blood These dirty beings of the mud The Lord God said to them My children wait a while These creatures of decision are on trial The verdict is to come The Judge is on His throne And sees the club and stone It is not far from these To wrenching from the core The greatest energies of war And so there is a hush In heaven and they wait And on this creature meditate For what has it been born, To be self-murdered or survive To be aborted or remain alive? ????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????? March 13, 2015 NO BRANCHES LOW ENOUGH All illusions will be shattered Suddenly we’ll understand That nothing that we wanted mattered That all our bricks were made of sand And when the world becomes a waste Of ruined cities and of lives, Inner images defaced, Only friendship will survive Friendship, love and loyalty Of which there had been short supply, All the rest insanity For which the mass of us will die And as we look across the fields Of rubble that were once our streets, Prophecies will be unsealed Our triumphs shown to be defeats Who will be left, no one can know Not even prophets see that much, But on those streets the forests grow No branches low enough to touch ????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????? March 14, 2015 THE GROVES OF GLORY Seated at the banquet of the spirits Some are not surprised by where they are Who feast on truth and happiness forever Who feast with deep and pleasurable hunger Appeased though ever whetted by their joy But some who were the dull and bitter ones Will be surprised at where and how they are Look around them as they gaze at music Listen to the colors of the banquet Taste its welcome as it were a nectar For they had been restrained and put in prison By one who must despise his limitation That powerful in evil he may be He cannot make a single joy or welcome Create a life or else take pleasure in it But those who come to heaven will awaken As if from some profound and healing sleep And they will gaze in joy at those around them Refreshed beside the waters of the boundless Beneath the groves of glory and of peace ???????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????????? March 15, 2015 TWO RIVERS Water from under the altar In a stream that no one sees, The water becomes a river The desert a grove of trees A river waters the desert But the desert only grows The apples of desire And yet the river flows How can there be two rivers Of death and fertility? The one is the water of mercy For the desert inside of me ???????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????? March 17, 2015 PRESENT TENSE A sign in a grassy field: When nuclear war begins The ban on school prayer will be lifted The godless will call on God Will pray penitential prayer The criminals fall on their knees That much will it take to bring The hosts of millennium To the gates of Jerusalem And in the immediate fire When flames have melted the streets Truth will consume the denier And they will have lived for once In the light of the living God The eternal present tense ???????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????? March 17, 2015 THE FALCONRY OF MAMMON Those who keep a raptor for a pet Sometimes suffer pitiful illusions That falcons, hawks and eagles love them best But these are birds of prey and love no one Falcons fly when launched and then come back Because they are conditioned to return, But have no feelings or affections, lack Emotions that a falconer might earn So is there the falconry of mammon— The loveless tie investments to the wrist Which they may launch in flight to stoop upon A victim profit fat with interest But these are cold of eye, expressionless And fastened loosely by a golden jess ???????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????????? March 18, 2015 THE GOLDEN LION The golden lion goes one way The tortoise goes another, The lion searches for his prey The tortoise goes for cover When they travel far enough Their rendezvous has come, The tortoise has a shell that’s tough And supple as a drum The lion reaches out his paw Attempts to flip the tortoise, Grips the tortoise in his jaws A pestle and a mortise Unlike the other tortoises This one will live forever, Stronger than all fortresses, Invincible and clever Unlike the others of its kind It can afford to wait, The lion searches through his mind For tortoises he ate Never have I seen a one As heavy and as strong As anything beneath the sun, There must be something wrong The lion batters at his prey And makes a savage sound, But all the more the tortoise weighs And sinks into the ground ????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????? March 19, 2015 THE ELEVATION OF THE HOST The Elevation of the Host The blessed light, infinity—I wondered at the smallness of The inner life and self of me I dwindled to a point of time, How insufficient as a host Of life eternal, aught is mine, I am a tendril, wisp, a ghost He said: I will remove that husk Which must disintegrate at last, You creatures of the fleeting dusk Between the future and the past I will show the soul inside As in this bread My corpus lives, Sieve out your gross ungraceful pride For that is what My grace forgives ?????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????????????? March 20, 2015 MORE BRIGHT THAN MANY SUNS Melt snow, melt heart, melt flesh itself We are the frozen ones, Spirits of the Lord are swift More bright than many suns Then how can we become as they If like a pinch of dust Unburnable we blow away Before a light can touch? This is how it is devised: God keeps us in His hand, More sympathetic and more wise Than we can understand He says: You are My firefly And when I let you go You will be brilliant as am I But with a lesser glow ?????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????? March 21, 2015 ALTAR WINE BEFORE THE SNOW Under cold frames in the garden Beets and spinach take advantage, Plant your lettuce, choy and kale Under glass, they’ll never fail For this may be a winter-spring In which by April few birds sing, In May and June if frost be hoar By summer solstice look for war Watch for little spades of chard That seek the sunlight in the yard, Wait with me to know the truth When sprouts and collards show the tooth But let the sun of peace shine out There will be sunshine, never drought, And grapes around the arbor grow For altar wine before the snow ?????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????? March 22, 2015 THERE IS A CORNER There is a corner round which we Will not proceed because we see Around it, somehow, corner-wise The dread familiar one denies But if I take myself in hand To lead my soul to understand What mind enclosed will not concede, Then round that corner it will lead Then if but once my soul has peered Despite the corner it has feared Into another crossing street Another mind and soul to meet Who was mere steps behind my fear, The corner hiding what was near, I will observe a soul and mind Which by its terror was confined ??????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????? March 23, 2015 OR WAS HE REAL? Someone dead I never met but lately read about Stood beside my easy chair in the coda of a dream Solid as reality that lives and does not seem Judging from the photographs his features disarranged As if they had been glued together ill and hurriedly In some infernal bucket shop or crazy factory As if he were assembled from a load of unlike parts According to a plan that’s only partly understood From realistic painted cloth and crooked scraps of wood He held me in a skewed regard, his glasses at a tilt And then as if a flickering that flashes on a wall Vanished from my view as if he wasn’t there at all Something in that apparition makes me want to know How much of our perception is assembled from the scraps The little pieces manikins assemble in our naps Put together in a sort of mock satiric way By something old that gathers up the trimmings of our lapses And sews them in confusion to the shreds of our synapses Or was he real and do we see the recently departed Paroled from their purgation uncompleted if we read About them with some interest, then swiftly they recede ??????????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????????????????????? March 24, 2015SOMETHING MARVELOUS If once you contemplate the dawn And see the clouds configured there, Amber, rose and wisps of wool, The gray of dawn’s nocturnal vair Remember that when Jacob dreamed Of angels’ rising and descent, The sky was just as this, the light Fell shining from the firmament And when the Nameless wrestled him Scorpions had stirred their stings, Desert birds inside in their nests Stretched and warmed their stiffened wings All was as it is today The color and the sense the same, Except for something marvelous That wrestled him but had no name ????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????? March 26, 2015A FIRE BURNS WITHIN If once a seam of coal is set on fire, It burns and burns until by time extinguished, A seam of coal may burn a thousand years Though shafts above abandoned mines may vanish Burns and burns through winter and through summer Vapor floating skyward to the surface, Radiant enough to melt the snow Smoldering as if it were a furnace But we have set the nucleus alight Confined it to a pit of heavy metal, Silently it burns beneath the world And who can put it out besides the Devil? Let them know that underneath the skin Of common earth a fire burns within ????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????? March 26, 2015 THE MIGHTY DOORS Toward the Savior’s Sacred Heart Many crippled make their way All who wish to be there may Dawn within the chamber spreads In His light the blind can see Love’s delight and majesty Know how many gather there Look around them, recognize The beauty of the meek and wise In the crossings of that Heart Vaults and columns rise above Assemblies of eternal love Harmonious the blessed preach Speechless ones can find their speech Sing their blessing each to each All are welcome to remain But if there be a few who leave Because for lack of love they grieve And from His charity they flee The mighty doors remain apart In welcome to the Sacred Heart ???????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????? March 28, 2015 THE MEN OF SODOM The men of Sodom ask for some ID The enemies of human liberty, Here is Sodom seeded from the past, Rebuilt and renovated, made to last The suitable perversion now is this: A document subdermal in a cyst, A constant electronic pheromone, Transducer and a tracer and a phone But still above the valley God surveys The outrage of creation in those days, The pleading of the patriarch in vain To spare the wayward Cities of the Plain Again a blinding light, the guests expose Eternal light and bring them to a close ????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????? March 29, 2015 I REMEMBER Mystery do not retire From the heartless and denier, Unbelieving base betrayer Hypocrite and spirit slayer You have died for those as well As saints confined within a cell, Bore the whip for cheat and thief Who devastate a child’s belief For cruel despots, savage masters All who profit from disasters, These you also died to save Whose stronghold is a self-dug grave Those inside the serpent’s stone The poisoned fruit of death, alone, Even these you cause to live For their contrition save, forgive Forgive us in this Holy Week Who know not well the love we seek, For if we knew it we would know The consolation You bestow For I remember those who broke An infant’s back with savage strokes And when the savers saw that child He looked at those who came and smiled ??????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????????????? March 30, 2015 I WILL DIP YOU IN THE SKY If I were a redwood tree as tall as many spires I would be intimate with clouds, the friend of many fliers, My toes would grope beneath the ground, the coolness of it feel The sun and moon go round my head, the stars a burning wheel Although I might be slow of speech, the wind would serve as tongue Thriftily my needles drink the air, enormous lung, I would have lived with centuries and know them as my friends My life would seem as long as hills’ as though without an end But even I, magnificent, my body thick and straight A column in a temple green would still anticipate The answer to a question, the puzzle of my soul The slow and patient heart of me, O Lord what is my goal? Could it be to root and grow the greatest of the tall? Be of hope, my spirit says, though everything must fall, You are as frail and breakable as any twig or straw For I will dip you in the sky my images to draw ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? March 31,2015 They fled away, their blood ran cold and thin And I predict that other sheep will face The terror of their own eon and place, Informers and the cops of that gray hour Will cause the flock to cover and to cower Now listen, there is safety not the least In hiding from the predatory beast Who will emerge from waiting in its den, The beast of Hell, devourer of men Triumph is to turn once more, defy The monster in the cavern of the eye For that is where it lives and not elsewhere, Those who see it kill it if they dare ??????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????????? September 28, 2015 THE SUN BEGINS The sun begins to build in strength As Earth relaxes at full length, Crocus, jonquil poking through The warming soil where last they grew Buds of chestnut, dogwood trees Swelling till the leaves break free Unfurl their parasols to spread Shades of April overhead The sun is vassal over all Vaulting higher toward nightfall, Day by day increasing heat Till equinox and summer meet Who is Lord beyond the star That sways a mastery so far, Beyond, above, without, within Forever potent to begin? ???????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????? April 1, 2015 BEHIND A WALL A splendid welcome for the Prince of Peace But in the doorways lurking the police, Fronds of palm trees scattered in the road But Judas crouching on them like a toad, Disciples swear endurance at His side But when the whip has whistled they will hide Knowing what will happen we conclude Christ is green and Caiaphas is shrewd, Power always triumphs over trust Hypocrites are wiser than the just, Lamps are lighted in the upper room The burning oil dispels but little gloom Triumph over death is hard to see Behind a wall of bad publicity ????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????? April 2, 2015TENEBRAE Ierusalem, Ierusalem, convertere ad Dominum Deum tuum Now the candles are extinguished One by one, lament my city, Truth and noble poverty Love, self-giving charity Peace and patience, homeliness Modesty and cheerful grace, Hope and faith and honesty Mercy, justice interlaced Benevolence and kindliness Clemency and thankfulness, Piety and decency Each the joy that God will bless See the blessings like the fingers Folded in a human prayer, Lights extinguished, Tenebrae In the darkness Christ is there In the darkness Christ is waiting Offering a light to guide Souls bewildered by the shadows From the blindness of their pride ????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????? April 3, 2015 WHEN I SHOWED . . . When I showed the night my Easter candle I offered up my soul, the little flame, Insipid gift to God above the altar Lost within the splendor of His name Thinnest light beneath His utter star Flame He can extinguish with a breath Who gathers up the hurricanes of space The greater wind of all that we name death The cheapest candle sold, the cheapest wax But something else the Risen bought tonight: The ignorant receive the melted wax But God has paid forever for the light ????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????? April 4, 2015 WHEN I AWAKE AGAIN She happened in the cool bright night The spirit of content, Now rest, she said, as sleepers might To whom my gift is sent That all is well and as it goes Have nothing to regret, Lie sweetly in your long repose Though waking you forget And when the constellations fell Beneath the western hill, The rising sun approached, repelled The darkness and the chill But there was cold and cryptic fear That I could not explain, O Christ your Wisdom hover near When I awake again ?????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????? April 6, 2015 CONCEALED FROM WHOM? Why does he take his firearm to church, A gun that’s light and small enough to pocket, Concealed from whom, the angels? He takes it everywhere, but why to God? Crucified, the risen Lord invincible Looks down and weighs his soul For when they took Me to the Cross, He says I did not bruise a reed, snuff out a wick Isaiah tells the generations Fearful ones, you make the world afraid—Afraid of you, your enemies destroy you, Shadows come around you and you shoot them Beneath the Cross I see the weapons offered High explosives, poison gas and fire A thousand cities burning in the sanctuary The blood of Christ drips down and steams like incense The cries of burning children rise to Him— Their parents cannot save them This too is the present world’s oblation An offering as if the flesh of beasts A bitter ceremonial ???????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????? April 7, 2015 SHE HATES TO SEE THE POSSUMS She hates to see the possums Gambol in Fox Hollow, But foxes are the demon Creatures of the shadows One is a marsupial Pocketed and fey, The fox an elemental More sinister than they Heavy dusk at twilight Dawn before the sun, Most of all at midnight The fox and vixen run But once in a midwinter In daylight through the snow I saw a vixen canter To startle mice below ????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????? April 8, 2015 THE SPACE OF NOTHING His head was changed to a conical stub A small eraser mixed with clay, The body resembled you and me But the noddle wiped the walls away On it scratched a sort of face But as it rubbed it disappeared Until there was nothing left of him, Death was not what he had feared The wall removed him from the room Or you might say he was sucked through The space he made by rubbing outThe love of God that is proved true For some there may be hell or not Of that we living may not know, But also winds of nothingness That through the space of nothing blow ??????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????? April 10, 2015 IT IS NEAR Scouts surveying the unknown Saints and holy ones and prophets, These explore the outer zone Beyond the planets and the comets Farther than the oldest stars Galaxies and fields of dust, Beyond where swarms of angels are, The purgatory of the just To where in loving perigee The blessed souls in orbit stay, Wherever light from light may be The mystics travel, there are they But for a moment, then they fall From that alluring lost frontier Which falsely the unknowing call Impossible, though it is near ????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????? April 11, 2015 THE STROKE At the summit, world behind you Still the brilliant light before you Out of darkness carry on Those who reach it climbing high See a valley when they die Mountain ranges farther on It is the shadow cast behind That forms the image of the mind Cast against the wall of sense Though before you range and peak Beyond them all the place you seek Past measurement immense And we who see them shrunken so Their lolling limbs and bodies so See nothing of their destiny And so I saw her when the stroke That killed her when her body broke But not what she would see ?????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????????? April 13, 2015 SUDDENLY AT DAWN AND SINCE Suddenly at dawn and since Pear trees blossom and the quince Around the mansions of the rich Hedges of the berry briar Grow around their branches higher Rivers make a mound and ditch The world has closed itself away No matter what they do and say No matter what they proffer, pay Green will overgrow their walls Until the rotting curtain falls Dust of mortar rains around Beneath the cupola of green Dexterity and pride unseen The vine and rootlet bring it down Frost will wrench the bricks apart Rain the sculptor works his art Nothing of the house is left Nothing of what money built That will not suffocate in silt Soft the stronghold built by theft Then the woodland scraped and scoured Limed and poisoned, burned and soured Will by seed of seasons grow When the geese of winter pass Above the withered winter grass Who that knew them then will know? ????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????? April 14, 2015WHEN THEY HOLD YOUR FLESH ON HIGH When they hold Your flesh on high All who see will never die, Holy blood for all to see Poured for all is poured for me One communion and one breath Drawn within, there is no death, Death will fall, a ruined place And who can find a single trace? Then as one the spirits fed By holy flesh the holy bread No more to live alone, apart Communioned in Your Sacred Heart Behind the bread, the wine, the veil His ampleness will never fail, Enough for every soul who lives And they will live if they are His ???????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????? April 15, 2015 MANY OFFERINGS As your angel offers at Your seat The flesh and blood surrendered on the cross, Let us too lay ransom at Your feet The deaths which we accounted as a loss Take from us these vanished precious hearts Whom we have mourned as if they do not live, From our souls our offerings depart—Grief in love and love that will forgive Your messenger appears before Your throne, Let him bear the gifts of sorrow’s praise, We are poor and small but not alone And these are many offerings we raise ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????? April 16, 2015 IF AND WHEN If and when we are relieved of sin, Of greed and self-importance, loathsome skin, Will it be painful to be stripped away Against the tender spirit, will it flay? Oh no, He said, I am more tender than The softest woman and the gentlest man, For when the skin of pride is taken off It will by My devising be so soft That like a glove removed without a pain The skin will come away with every stain To leave you uncorrupted and so pure That you will be amazed, so is My cure If your soul submits to Me with trust I will remove from you that loathsome crust ??????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????????????????? April 16, 2015 OPENING A DOOR A farmer drove a wagon once upon a time, Horses in their harness, a hopper full of lime, The wagon was uncovered, a rain began to teem The lime was slaked with water, started in to steam Lime awash in water heats until combustion, The cart was set on fire by oxygen and suction, A flaming wooden wagon, the horses in the harness Bucked and pulled the cargo as if it were a furnace A lesson to be understood: even stone can burn, The world is full of lessons, some are even learned, That which seems unburnable can flame within a second, Catastrophes will happen which no one ever reckoned The world is ectothermic and often set aflame By unexpected chances for which we have no name, Coincidence is normal, as we have learned before And hell is made accessible by opening a door ????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????????? April 18, 2015AN INFANT WAS CHRISTENED An infant was christened by ritual signs On the nineteenth of April of twenty-fifteen By the oil, by the water, the traces divine Which symbolize presents, effect what they mean Who will propose a future for him Although we are ignorant, careless and blind, Innocent body in soul and in limb, What will he know and what will he find? Will he endure the perversion of war, Prairies of rubble and cities of iron Rising in moonlight corrupt to the core, Stripped and exposed to the staring demon? Will there be peaceful and plentiful shade Green as the forests that drink from the sky? He hasn’t yet wondered why people are made Or take to the light or why he must cry ??????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????? April 19, 2015 CHAIN REACTION In the massive metal They call uranium Which lies inert until A flood of slower neutrons Provokes a chain reaction The atoms burst apart Escape from their attraction Release the binding force That held them close together There is another massive Body bound together A peaceful congregation We call community But then a force cascades Which only few foretell And no one can control That breaks the bonds apart Which hold the peace together Fissionable world Massive and unwilling But deep within the metal Unstable as they spin Around each other’s orbits The progeny of Cain Breed a chain reaction That breaks the mass apart Creates a detonation The energy of war ????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????? April 19, 2015 TREES TO WEAR I will embroider this on that Said God, about the blossomed pear Sewn against the pale magnolia Handsome robe for sky to wear But who will notice these on that Except if they will look from there Where I have placed them in a line So that the sky those trees can wear If you will find the three aligned I will My scene of beauty share, The marvel of my great design That azure has two trees to wear But if you creatures never see Or look at that but never care, I still will sew the blossomed trees So that the sky has trees to wear ????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????? April 20, 2015 ON THE WATCH She said, take up your post, stay here Where ever that is Christ is near, It was, is now, shall ever be The stronghold of the Trinity A fastness measured stout and tall Saint Michael is the general, Reconnaissance by Noah’s dove That brings the news of faith and love The arsenal is mercy, peace, Their potency will not decrease, Humility the faultless shield That conquers when it takes the field She, the saint of souls, the rose Said watch by day and night with those, And if the fortress seems forsaken Call on me and I will hasten Then I’ll come with Christ the Son Commander of this garrison, The soldiers of His great command And on the watch we all will stand ?????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????? April 21, 2015 BRIEF SPRING There are forces in creation, Gravity and that which holds The nucleus against repulsion, Electroweak, which is two-fold There is more we never see More than that we may soon know, A plan enfolds infinity The world above, the world below And you who see the flowering plum The pear, the quince and all that flowers, Remember that there is a sum Of all the brief and passing hours ??????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????? April 22, 2015 THE WAR BETWEEN MARCH AND APRIL Snow or petals, ambiguity, What’s that falling from the apple tree? Chilliness and April have divorced Winter brought a suit and April lost Now it comes to seize the property Every pear and every apple tree, Melancholy tulips have been closed Early March and April are opposed Ever since the morning of the world When the first anemones uncurled Orderly progression is the law Winter is succeeded by a thaw But once there was an army of the snow That overpowered April long ago ?????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????????? April 23, 2015WHEN ALL THE WOUNDS CRIED OUT If every wound of ours would cry The world would hear such great lament That all the living would reply To whom the Lord our Christ was sent Down came He, took on the grief Of love denied and love ignored, On left and right a tortured thief And from His side His mercy poured Then He felt the pain and dread Took on the grief that was unheard By darkened minds and souls of lead—He is the bright and living Word Still the wounds cry out in pain And He has means to offer cure, The risen Christ will come again But while we wait we must endure ?????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????? April 24, 2015EVERY POWER When we heard the fibers creak We knew the tree had stopped the wind, Ran without the breath to speak For when it fell we might be pinned Tulip poplar, tall and old Fungus-rotted through and through, Wind of winter rough and cold, Desiccated, azure blue If you hear the fibers crack Then by reflex start and run, Time has taken up its slack, Suddenly your life is done Unless you run—and this is true That every power has its fall When it has rotted through and through, Though some may see no rot at all ???????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????? April 24, 2015 IMMORTAL Alex took a hundred pills a day Anything to keep demise away, Always keeping registers to measure His pulse, his temperature and his blood pressure A hundred years is what he levelled for A hundred fifty, sixty, maybe more, To having no commitments reconciled, No wife, no friendly intimates, no child His lab was dedicated to that end, He had no time for marriage or a friend, But even so he was an optimist A totally devoted scientist A benefactor of humanity He pressed ahead for great longevity, And while he worked the seasons went and came, Immortal, ever changing, and the same ????????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????????????? April 25, 2015 LOOKING DOWN Where I stand remain but few, Come back with me to where I grew, A ridge of tall and patient pines And of these houses were no signs But now I am alone with these, A cawing crow, some other trees, Beneath me are the graves of men Of us not many specimens But we will be their epitaph And long the summer winds will laugh ???????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????? April 26, 2015 A SQUARE IN ATHENS From the chapel off Ermou The chanting of a soloist, Latticed doorway letting through The half-tones of the Akathist Praising Mary sweet and good Who bore the Christ to be our own, Hardly to be understood Through traffic’s bellowed monotone It is by far the smallest church In Athens, let the voice go on, The Virgin is disposed to hear Our plea for Christ’s eleison I have known, would know again She can be anywhere as well, Swift in mercy to befriend The soldier and the martyr’s cell Summoning through time and years The chanting voice behind the door In Athens now again I hear And know whom it was chanting for ???????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????? April 27, 2015AND ALL ALIVE I squinted at some pagan verse Cold and crisp it was, and terse, Like apples twisted from the boughs That tremble as the black wind soughs Crooked branches brittle-gray Fretted through with time’s decay, Their pagan apples sour-sweet Though long preserved and strange to eat The poets gave the falling of The climbing sun, the noon of love And how the creeping shadows grope Across Olympus’ chilly slope Poems gone as ours will go, Persephone descending low She all of us precedes unless Our Creed is right that we confess So that the pagan poets come To Christ’s more bright Elysium Than ever Aristotle trod Or Homer did or Hesiod Now in retrospect foretell The scouring by Christ of Hell So that in hope they may revive, No grief to them and all alive ??????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????? April 27, 2015 THE AWNINGS Office building, tell me what you see, Other buildings burning under me, People running, taken under fire, Tall and short, but meanwhile nothing higher I am safe for now but so exposed I want the streets around me to be closed, Why do people shout and scurry so With fire made to make my windows glow? Tell me why my elevators stopped Why the awnings on the street-front dropped, There must be something wrong but I am steel And stone of lime and so I cannot feel Tell me why the awnings drop and slam It puzzles me so empty that I am ?????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????? April 28, 2015 EPIGRAM?President, will you divestYour treasure from your treasure chest??It would give me too much painTo pauperize my sweet Ukraine,But with it I could still commandIn Kiev or in Switzerland?? Pavel April 29, 2015MIRACLES Day has always followed night Darkness always follows light But very few complain of tedium Boredom never was diurnal Nor is tedium nocturnal Except above the polar circle Day and night are complements Ring the senses with a fence Of habit and its daily profits But if the sequences should change Day and night would be estranged The daily order differently arranged Triple nights and then the day Would mean a playfulness at play And vice versa, or some other way Reality is regular A bargain that we all prefer To which we are particular God appears to improvise When removing His disguise As pupae become butterflies ?????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????? April 29, 2015 THE DUST God leaned across the Earth As a man across a dusty table And He blew the dust away All envy, greed and pride Flew up and out into The dark abysses of the cosmos Then the Earth was clean Like a mirror that reflects The superposed reflection of itself The Lord recalled the dust Assembled to an unlike pattern From that which it had occupied Let it try again, He said Once more, another time To draw itself up from itself He named a different creature That dust which struggled upright To live another life It is your name and mine Of those who came before Or those who will come after He is the Lord of time and space And He will name Whomever He will name ?????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????? April 29, 2015?THE TEMPLE OF THE BEES A Temple in a forest Holy and serene Shouldered with the sunlight Fretted with the green I see a timeless Temple Where I cannot say, See a granite table A book is on display Bees in lazy circles Hover in the shade, Pass into the Temple Through the colonnade Move up to the volume Find the page you need, Scan the printed columns Take the time to read One or many pages Nothing is forbidden, Histories of ages Nothing has been hidden A book for the inspection Of any mortal mind, There is no restriction On anything you find Every kind of topic Commonplace and tame, Everything exotic, Named, without a name Even to your own Short biography, Everything is known Whatever it may be Something in the future Something in the past, Something coming after Even to the last But no one there remembers Anything he sees When he leaves the altar Of the Temple of the bees ????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????? April 30, 2015 WHERE LOVE HAS GONE The light of faith a candle flame somewhere, We hide it in a secret hiding place Where love has gone, it is our own affair, There is no map an enemy can trace And yet there is no barrier or code No secret password, document or plan, No ruse or ambush likely to explode, It is the candle of the Son of Man Nothing puts it out except the will Of One who lit it first, He is the Master, Although a wind may blow the air is still Where it is secreted from all disaster It burns and ever burns and will burn yet Though enemies may search the world for it ????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????? May 1, 2015 THE CURTAIN The curtain of the inner sanctum Hiding nothing clean, the Glory has departed The veil is now an unclean kingdom That sanctum is the holiness of Moloch The ultrasonic piping of the bats The mournful crowing of St. Peter’s cock When Christ undying rose up from the tomb The useless veil was ripped in half But a veil of light remains around Him Who can bear to see the deathless One? But in the Sacrifice of flesh and blood He is the clouded and exalted sun ?????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????????????????? May 2, 2015 THE MEMORY ITSELF Was it not a garden which He set around His kingdom And not a place of war, a garrison, an armory, In sunlight not in shadow, with rivers and not granite channels? A place of gentle pleasures and of mellow sun Where rivers ran and sparkled in their currents, That flowed for everlasting through eternal meadows He is not fearsome in His everlasting stronghold But strolls as if a patron through the groves of peace The concert of the birds of dawn and evening How often then do people reconstruct The memory of trees and blooms and blossoms? It is the memory beyond the place for which they reach ????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????????????????? May 3, 2015 WHERE IT SHOULD The petals of the pear tree blow Across the garden of the blessed Spinning lightly like the snow All that lives in light is good So when it falls it lightly falls The tree has blossomed where it should But that which serves opacity Envious of all that lives Consumes the heartwood secretly ??????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????? May 4, 2015 AS HE LOVES THE JEWEL STARTS TO BLAZE Held by truth, their spirits turned to crystal, This way, that way turned for God’s appraisal, He sees them through and through as if they were A specimen of jewel to a jeweler A property of preciousness He knows, The quality, the luminance that glows When He illuminates the facets of A jewel of His worth, a gem of love There is no room inside that stone for lies, No way to hide, no matter what the size, He is the jeweler, God artisan Who made the soul to be with Him as one He spins it round and round beneath His gaze And as He loves, the jewel starts to blaze ?????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????????????? May 4, 2015 THE BREAK OF DAY As birds sit on the wire To watch the world below, So the angels gathered To see the cities glow Isn’t that the morning, Servant of the Law? Never such a morning, A day you never saw Go and tell the Master The wonder of the change, He already knows it Although it is so strange The glowing is a power The city cannot hold, All dominion weakness And honesty is sold Power has escaped them To hover overhead, Changed to desolation The city of the dead As birds who sit the wire Leap and fly away The angels lifted higher To see the break of day There was spread before them The mountains and the sea, Dawn that was a captive Mounted and broke free ???????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????? May 5, 2015 AS EVERY PROPHET TELLS US Roll on, roll on thunder Across my window sill, The world is torn asunder By the grinding of time’s mill As every prophet tells us On good and ill alike The weight of time tremendous Is focused on a spike Glistening are the young leaves As if with diamonds hung, And if like us the birds were thieves There would be none among ?????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????????? May 6, 2015 NOT YET DEEP DUSK Not yet deep dusk, the swifts in flight, Their business is with light above, For us below already night Who struggle through a dearth of love They swoop and swerve and bank their wings Across the setting of the sun, They always know what dawn will bring Has always brought, God’s will be done But those beneath have lost their trust In even where their steps may go, Those earth bound sons of greed and lust Impure and heavy, blind and slow The contrast as they dart and glide Compels a wonder at our pride ??????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????????? May 6, 2015 EVEN IN OLD BABYLON Even in Old Babylon On one day of the year, The priest would slap the royal face And pull the royal ears The priest would then permit the king To enter if so pleased The sanctuary of the god Although on hands and knees So even at a pagan shrine They knew humility To be the ticket to behold Such low divinity Then how much more should we adore The Christ of brilliant light With self-effacing gentleness Adoring and contrite ????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????? May 7, 2015 HOW FAR FROM HOME Imagine falling from beyond, From all that is and was and will, Through every law and light and void From where the work of death is still From light’s eternal joyfulness That has no end or side or length But is itself the measure of Its own abiding endless strength How dark and fearful is that place To which He fell to find and save A narrow and unholy race—To Him the globe itself a grave When He stood the slaves upright Who gave Him to the cross of Rome He burst from death’s oppressing night—But Christ how far He was from home! ???????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????????????????? May 8, 2015 THE CREVICES Hide in a desert, who knows where? Stones, Elijah, move, beware They crush the heart and break the breast The demons enter in, digest So then instead of beating heart There is a stone, the demon part Run, Elijah, take to heel Or to the demons bend and kneel Elijah ran until he came To where he could forget his name I am God the Lord, it meant Recall the punishment God sent But then exhausted he sat down To wait for death where death is found In desolation, loneliness But this is when the Lord will bless A jug of water, loaf of bread Which from the Lord revives the dead Go and seek the highest cave Where prophets hide whom I will save, Teach to serve and be of use Though battered by the world’s abuse Hear, I speak, My voice is low Enough to send you where I go To whom shall I transmit your word O Lord, my God—Elijah heard A voice like wind among the stones As through the crevices it moans To find the remnant of the folk Who will remember what God spoke ??????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????????????? May 9, 2015 THOSE BURNING BONES I saw St. Peter’s church on fire, The stolid congregation stayed, Flame from pew to wall to choir, How could they be not afraid? There they sat by rank and file Smoke around them rising thick, Shouting I ran down the aisle, Along the walls the fire licked Pull the people from their places Bodies motionless as stones With rigid and unfeeling faces: “Burnt you will be only bones.” Get out and save yourself, I heard They will not move till Kingdom come And Christ returns as was His word For these are stupid, deaf and dumb But then as in Ezekiel I heard another in command Above the desecration tell Those burning bones to live and stand ????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????? May 10, 2015 REMEMBER ME Some have said all will be saved And others that not many fall, The hard of heart proclaim that few Will ever live in grace at all But what do people know of Christ Who walked the hardest street there is With bloody lashes to his back And found the mercy to forgive? Jesus said look out and see That I have made the garden trade A dead dogwood for young plum tree, A consecration I have made Wait till spring when I rise up And then I blossom red and white, Remember Me in flesh and cup Through every bitter winter night ????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????? May 11, 2015 TO MAKE MY WISH COME TRUE I am so bright I’ve lost my head It rolled along the ground With any luck that’s good enough It never will be found Now I think with just my neck A bit of shoulder too Where shrug and twisting intersect To make my wish come true I wish my head would stay away Without it I can see That everything is what I say It all refers to me ??????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????? May 12, 2015 THOSE WHO WILL GO FREE Each lie that’s told becomes an iron cell Where those who fabricate forever dwell Remote from all around them, isolates, For that which mocks existence segregates The prisoners of lies, each one from each, Nor can one inmate to another reach But as the Lord of truth takes up His throne No longer will the inmates live alone, The doors spring open, those who will go free Will stand amazed and for the first time see Who lives beside them, face to face, and find The grace within the other, soul and mind Understand and love and go their way But some may be afraid to leave, and stay ????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????? May 13, 2015 OLD SHIPS When old ships cross the harbor and aim their prows to sea They creak and groan like old men do In their debility And when they reach that opening, they roll and pitch and groan While gleaming ivory crowned the fretted Waves like royal blue stone Run beneath the stiffened keels to rush upon their reach Until they gain another shore And hammer down a beach The planet groans and shudders in a passage through the sky Though silent are the waves of time That break but never die And when they gain another land they shatter in their spray Beneath the high immortal cliffs To fall and flow away ??????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????????????????? May 14, 2015 MY TESTAMENT Here is what I leave, I give to you Water from the desert that I drew, This desiccated ground delivered up Enough to bring a brimful to a cup Not much, I know, but better than a thirst In this denying desert, red and cursed, I wish it could be more, but this I found Secreted in the channels underground Take the cup of water, drink, it will By scraping of the soil of God refill, The rains may come or not, no one can tell, There may be more beneath you for a well ???????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????? May 15, 2015 WHO’S NOT EVER TEMPTED? Who’s not ever tempted by the false desire To be regarded, courted, feted, well-admired? Truly it is better to be silent, small The donkey of Nativity who kept his stall To breathe upon the Christ child but was ill-accounted, On which the Christ the blessed one was safely mounted Entering Jerusalem in lowly state - Palm leaves were the Passover the donkey ate Now be still, be silent and make not a sound For silence more than anything is most profound - The signal to the prophet that the Lord preferred Was not the quake or burning that Elijah heard, Low and deep as oceans and the deep abyss And who would not be humble at the sound of this? Power deep beyond our hearing and our sight And to be still and small beneath it good and right ??????????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????????????????????? May 16, 2015 THIS CROP INSTEAD We plant a garden, then it rains What have we done to draw such clouds? The sun comes out but seeds remain, What germs are these that cry aloud? Rain comes down as red as rust, What crop will manifest its fruit? First the harvest of the just Ripped and shrieking from the root We had been exiled so we spread The only seeds that we could take To cultivate this crop instead: Narcissus and the red mandrake ?????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????? May 17, 2015 OH SO STRANGE He likes to fish, said Peter’s wife He won’t catch much but who can tell And who can stop him, off he goes With that crew of ne’er-do-wells His heart is broken and he’s scared But fishing calms him well enough, The sea is quiet until dawn, By afternoon it can be rough There he goes to ease his heart 33The water peaceful, there it lies By quarter moon before the dawn, A current takes the boat coastwise Fist and haul the empty net To mend the meshes where it frayed, Shoreward slowly they ride in Though counting fish they might have stayed Nothing ever really changes Dreams that happened floating free, It won’t come back but oh so strange The figure on the beach they see ??????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????? May 17, 2015 AN ASCENSION It’s knotty to describe it but here goes When you give a good without reward Some have said the pleasure of the gift Is in itself a carnal hedonism And therefor call self-giving an illusion But they mistake externals for the essence For if I give without a recompense Not even gratitude or recognition The act itself becomes objective truth That neither I nor one anyone can see It is an object rising, an ascension The way the Christ ascended from the Earth An object which achieves its full dimension No matter how much pleasure or how little My deed affords, or anyone can know And this is how I see it now, a sphere Of perfect love, as if a golden world A symbol of an infinite circumference Orbiting the blessed One, the Lord Who from the center couples every soul But I have read how rabbis recommend This method of distributing a sum On the giver’s coattail sew a pocket And let a sum of alms be dropped inside So that the giver may not see who takes it ??????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????????????? May 18, 2015 WINDING ROOMS, INNER ROOMS Delightful when the north wind blows In middle May, the iris blooms, Spruce leans over, spreads its fringe, The woodland shows its winding rooms Tonight a summer heat withdraws, Tonight there will be near a frost, Today the sun will reach the height Of gliding hawks in dazzle lost Tonight will fete a crescent moon Above the meadows overgrown By sweet new grass the rabbits graze, A bear with one green eye alone Slides like oil from inner rooms Along the aisles of hemlock trees, A blackness in the meadow looms, It is the one green star I see ??????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????? May 19, 2015 WITHIN THE FORTRESS A clear fine day in middle spring, On rising ridges five miles off Single trees reveal themselves But as the locust sconces blossom White and lilac pendant clusters And as the clover blooms its wool There are no bees to forage here A desolation, holocaust—Is there no one to see and fear? They are the sentinels of God Withdrawing from their outer posts As we within the fortress feast ?????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????? May 20, 2015 TO DESTROY A PEOPLE To destroy a people, you must first sever their roots. —Solzhenitsyn And so the great hog roots and snuffs The swine of underworlds unseen, Ploughs the fallow and the ripe, Slits the stalk where children gleaned Long of muzzle, yellow tusked It slavers over root and grain, Sparse of hair along the rump But coarse and tangled is the mane Where it passes nothing grows, The feet have scattered poisoned seeds It scuffed from Hell when it came up, Where clouds give never rain but bleed It is the beast of lawlessness Of chaos and sterility, As it champs it drops its brood Insatiable in vanity ?????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????? May 21, 2015 PULL OUT THIS ARROW Christ says follow Me but they demur He must follow us to where we go, The hillock of the pleasures we prefer Where Christ is pain and pleasure vertigo Everything we want is what we get, There is no opposition to our dreams, The Savior’s insubstantial silhouette A shadow on the wall of our museums God must follow us for we will not Countenance rebuff or be delayed, And if He will not follow He is naught, God not Adam balked and disobeyed He refuses so we will depart, Pull out this flaming arrow from my heart ??????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????????????? May 22, 2015MEMORIAL DAY The hillside filled with flags that wave like grass Gravesides swept and garnished with remembrance, Monday is the day of reminiscence, Wind has clasped the graves in its embrace Who preserves the resonances, keeps Precisely in their minds the wars that fade?When they lived the flags above the streets Quickened with their colors their parades Visitors bring symbols to this hill—The graves of those so lovingly they tend With flags are void, no spirit may be killed, The wars are buried here and not the men ????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????????? May 22, 2015 THOUGH GRACE COME FROM ABOVE Present, Past and Future Three immortal women Led me to a happy flight But not so far as heaven There will be fulfillment They said, of Christ’s desire, And you may serve His purpose well, I asked: Will I go higher? A fourth who did not speak to me But seemed to be displeased, Scathing glanced then turned away, She left me ill at ease Because I am a mortal sheet Of God’s translucent glass Though which the Holy Spirit shines, If clean the light will pass But if the lens is blocked, opaque With blotches of self-love, Then I will remain below Though grace come from above ??????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????? May 24, 2015 THE HIGH SCHOOL DRUM AND BUGLE CORPS Our mountains save us, Ellie said, Now this honor for the dead, Marching bands, the banners wave, Speeches for the deathless brave Valley, mountain, hill and farm Fortress walls to keep from harm, Here the Christian town and street, Distant triumphs, few defeats A golden wheel the countryside, Feeder corn and dairies’ pride, But in the distance blue and far Beyond the hills the rackets are Hills defend us from the storms But regiments in uniform Leave from here, the brave return From where a foreign country burns War and plunder, giant stakes Gamblers risk, the winners take, Far and strange those alien Burning, dying foreign lands What has that to do with this Christian township’s homely bliss, The high school drum and bugle corps Which has marched off to that before? ???????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????? May 25, 2015 BEFORE THEIR EYES He said: my mother has been stricken, Years ago began to sicken, Dementia overtakes her mind, What torment has your God designed? There is no God and no I Am, He said, but still I say goddamn, If I should meet Him I will tell That tormenter to go to Hell I remembered how I once Had suffered grief for someone else And questioned why if kingdom come There is such empty martyrdom I kneeled before the Holy Child Of Prague and all was reconciled, For there was much that is, will be The blessed spirits know and see But how can ever one convey The mystery I saw that day? Who knows? The scroll of light is sealed And to the very small revealed But as for those consumed by rage, Not till the ending of the age When all the dead must live and rise Will it unroll before their eyes ????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????? May 26, 2015 CALL TO ARMSI saw the banners flying An army on parade, Archaic in its armament Its bravery displayed Steel and shining breastplates Lances, helmets, feathers, Harnesses of horses belled, Palfreys on their tethers As they passed beneath the sun That glinted on that kit, I saw the face of every one Who rode and strode with it One I knew among the rest Ignatius was his name, And as he passed he called to me: By God we’re all to blame I saw the Church was riddled With pride and lassitude, She needed to be purified Re-sanctified, renewed But ever as in every age The Church becomes fatigued, Decadence and rot seep in And many are in league The enemy assembles Within the human heart, These soldiers are the lowly ones To battle they depart Their weapons are humility Devotion, martyrdom, Charity the call to arms And penitence the drum ??????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????? May 27, 2015 RUNNING TO CATCH UP Wait for me, I said to Christ, my step is slow, When I will be ready for you, who can know? Trust, mistrust and hesitation are my shoes Two feet have I but triple are the steps I choose Christ looked down although not from a lofty height: My followers all started off as blatherskites, Even when I led them they were far behind, I would not have selected any other kind Unteachable the clever and the worldly wise Who do not welcome revelation or surprise, But tell me what the simple know, it is not much And like good Thomas must be shown by sight and touch The minds of human beings are a crooked maze In which it’s easy to be lost in many ways, But life is simple as a road that’s always straight No matter when they start My friends will not be late If only they are friends and not My enemies Who will be running to catch up, but on their knees ???????????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????????????????????? May 28, 2015 THE TREE OF PARADISE How could the gentle Jesus blight A simple fig tree, what was meant By cursing something unaware, A thing that is not sentient? He said to it: You will not bear Another fruit again, for I Was hungry but you gave me naught And so be shriveled, tree, and die Here is the answer, possibly: The Lord who governs worlds and time Assigning symbols to each name Attaches universal rhymes The fig tree is a symbol of The Temple and the sacrifice Without the fruitfulness of love Becoming cultic artifice He is a poet and He works The many worlds by metaphor, Allusion and resemblances Which always seem to be at war Then He drives the traders from The Holy Temple made for Him—There is a tree of Paradise, The fruit of God hangs from the limb ???????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????????? May 29, 2015 CATHEDRAL OF ETERNITY When those who age begin to see The arch above them open up Like that of an observatory Over that another sky A dome-like, arch-like vaulting span Which no observer can deny That one too—it slides, recedes Another dome with figures there Visuals the aged can read See there is a great design Enfolding all that can be seen So then the ageing may recline Look up and watch the sky unfold To show the vistas of the blessed Which Holy Scripture has foretold Cathedral of eternity A flower blossoming to show The meaning of the verb to be ???????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????? May 29, 2015 THE WAITING ONES Upon her blouse she wears a cross As she signs out our borrowed books, I a silver cross-shaped sign My wife her silver crucifix Silent wear the badge of faith For now we all remain devoted, Common here and yet they herald Times to come of persecution They will be a sign of Cain, Against us lifted every hand Because we murder civil peace, The cross becoming contraband Think it not? And yet I see Swollen clouds above Carmel, The rains descend, the fire leap The waiting prophets bent to Baal ?????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????? May 30, 2015THE BURNING OF THE CROWN OF THORNS If before the Elohim the prophet Moses stood, A thorn bush and a holy flame, although it burned no wood So where the Holy Spirit burns becomes a holy ground In charity and unity wherever it is found A simple love, an act of faith, creation of delight: Portraits of eternity to carve and paint and write, Praise of green and praise of blue, the colors of the sea, Gifts without the hope of gain in generosity Where they are is God most high and even in a cell Where martyrs wait for martyrdom, the menaces of Hell, Wherever there is sacrifice, the bearing of the Cross, But also in a gentleness, endurance of a loss So when the flames of holiness on Pentecost poured down The burning of the crown of thorns created holy ground ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????? May 31, 2015 HIS GARMENTS??? Tobit gave the strangled man a burial Though he might be turned in to the King’s police, Now we may be forced to bury Jesus Christ, The precious Blood and Body of the Eucharist Remember that in Ireland beneath the Crown The faithful celebrated but were not revealed Because it was illegal then to honor God, The altar in the wilderness was then concealed Would you think concealment inconceivable? But I have known the like not long ago That Masses were obscured from the authorities In people’s homes so that they might not know Courageous in defense, exalt the Christ Or be like those who for His garments diced ?????????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????????????????????? June 1, 2015BABY RABBITS The cats go hunting after dark, Across the street the hill is green With spring and rabbits newly made That never saw what we have seen And when you pass them on a walk They freeze and crouch and stay as still As any tuft of grass or weeds But any hunting cat may kill They lay the bodies on the porch Lie and lick their bloody feet, How smooth and soft the feline fur And every line of them is neat ???????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????? June 2, 2015 THE LANDS OF DREADFUL MYSTERY He built a stone wall all around him So when the afternoon grew late It was complete with him inside But in the wall there was no gate Then he found the beams and blocks To build a tower at the core, The tower had no windows in it Nor had any gate or door He wanted to be sure inside The tower built within the wall, He built it blank without a window So he need not see or fall How could he retire inward Deeply so he would not see Beyond the tower and the wall The lands of dreadful mystery? Then he put his back against The tower and to his surprise His skin became a skin of stone And men like that one have no eyes Around his head there grew a capstone Conical and made of slate, And there until the end of time He will be powerful and wait ?????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????? June 2, 2015 TWO EYES The daisies are upgiven in the grown green field Asters of the sun on a pure white shield, Aliens of Europe that were carried to the west As if they were a gift to the Islands of the Blessed Now between the shadows of the dusk and the dawn The deer move out among them, the doe and the fawn, Higher grow the grasses and higher grows the sun Until the summer solstice and the summer has begun Now are met together, the yellow sun, the disc As if it were a lesser sun, a kind of asterisk, Which one is the flower and which one is the star? That depends on how you look and which of them you are One looks at the other and both have an eye One is of the meadow and the other of the sky ?????????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????????????????????? June 3, 2015 THE HAWK ABOVE THE SHADOW I understand the purpose of obscurity For when the daylight sky is overcast The animal below it casts no shadow So that the hawk which glides and hunts above Will miss the rabbit foraging below Which blends with clumps of dust and vegetation Evades the sharpest eye unless it moves Because a shadow shows the living prey So too the one who may in his obscurity Resist prevailing madness in his time His very being bland and shadowless Until the moment comes when underneath The sudden glaring sun his shadow shows And then the hawk above the shadow knows ??????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????????????? June 4, 2015 THAT WILL BE… It seemed to me that Tobit is a tale, Edifying fiction in its form As in the fable told about a whale That swallowed Jonah taken in a storm Then I saw another way to read Because a truth comes often in disguise Like Raphael responding to a need— Who else in Nineveh could be so wise? Tobiah peels the lids with both his hands The cataracts that make his father blind, When Tobit says “my son”, by some command A simple truth emerges in my mind That I will also see again my son When cataract illusions are removed, And I will also say: “My son, my own” But that will be when grace and love are proved ????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????? June 5, 2015 AESOP’S FABLES When I tell you there are some Who from their birth dislike the sun, You will find the truest sense Inside the fact, take no offense The bat, the fox, the creeping vole The mouse within its narrow hole, The moth that spirals to the flame And many others one might name But there are humans of the shade Who are so secretively made That even in the bright sunlight They live with the deepest night So that Our Lord who knew of them Declared that they would self-condemn, Who like the mouse retreat to holes And like the fox devour voles ????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????? June 6, 2015SPIRIT PURE Come with me to where the Risen waits, There are no crooked highways, are no gates To pass by word except to sanctify The name of Christ, and then you may go by He is within, without, in every thought Of love and liberty, your passage bought By Sacrifice and washing of the feet, In Him the heart unfurnished is complete Tell me how to recognize that Friend—He lingers where the roads no longer bend And you will know Him when He says your name, The one that no one utters is the same Spirit pure and bright and spirit true Spirit blaze of light and spirit new ????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????? June 7, 2015 JUDAS LEFT Judas left and it was night Darkness falling swift and calm, Silver shekels round and bright Silver money in his palm Let there be no doubt of this, Christ has known forever more The base betrayal of the kiss The secret agent at the door God is flesh from simple wheat But in the synagogue are spies, Night has fallen on the streets And on the holy Temple lies Planets spinning turn a face First to darkness then to day, Once to darkness once to grace People spin their lives away Wheat of love and wheat of hate, To sift the darkness from the grain Christ was sent to separate, Eleven grains of light remain ??????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????? June 8, 2015I LOOKED UP… I looked up to see the ground Where I would buried be, But when I saw the grassy mound The grave looked back at me You below, the hummock said, Why are you not here? I welcome all the freshly dead Who have no more to fear Here’s a poem, said the hill, Of green and snowy white, The verse of man is doggerel By day or summer night You are mistaken, ancient one, So massive, green and wise, I will exist when you are gone My smallness a disguise There is in me vitality That eons cannot kill, A life of immortality But you will vanish, hill ??????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????? June 9, 2015 NOW WE CALL THE HAWK TO WITNESS Crows are setting up a clamor Calling at a hungry cat, A predator is silent, clever Guardians have seen to that Cats are large and cats are small The bigger have impunity, But when the crows alight and call They warn the world of what they see If a hawk should see a stalker Would it stoop and seize the prey, Strike the beast and take the taker Bear the predator away? And if the prey should be too heavy A hawk could tear it on the spot As we have seen it do already, Leave the carcass there to rot Now we call the hawk to witness: Come and see what we have seen, Come and strike and slay the menace Punish and destroy the fiend ???????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????? June 10, 2015 WHO IS LIGHT? How can the Law of Moses be fulfilled By One who is the Law itself by grace, Replacement by His Sacrifice of love, And yet He says no law will be replaced? It can be thought of this way, see it now: The table of the upper room, the light, Jesus of the Great and Last Discourse, The flame of Him unvarying and bright As He speaks they flicker, dull, unsteady While He remains a strong and constant flame, The lamp of Him consumes His love forever And when they are of Him they are the same Who is light unless they are of Him? But if they turn away the light will dim ???????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????????? June 10, 2015 WILL YOU SAY? So pretty you could put a frame around Two cardinals, a female and a male, An ivory picket fence on which they rest, Diagonals, and perfect in detail Olive green the hen composed with tan, The cock a scarlet red, a mask so black The contrast is an ache as much as sight, Palette that the greatest painters lack Every sight the painters know is framed And every photograph within the lens, Everything without a name is named Between the invocation and amen And will you say that random are the words The uttered these and other perching birds? ??????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????????????????? June 11, 2015 VISION FAILS I saw the elves of Easternesse Depart from those dark lands of dread, Unhurried go towards Westernesse, The land that bars the gray and dead They sing a dirge of memory In their procession through the wood Where once was joy in every tree And blessing in that multitude They leave what has no life inside Away from life it desecrates To cross an ocean clean and wide, But first for ships the elves must wait And as they stand above that shore They strain their sight to see the West Where cities know not fear and war And joyful is the welcome guest I see, say those of noble sight A glimmering above the line That parts the ocean from the light—I wish, cry some, such sight was mine I see a ship some others say, White and splendid are her sails, Her sides and bows adorned with spray, But others say that vision fails ???????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????? June 12, 2015 COME TO LIFE Thunderstorms to break the heat, Lines of tempests ride southeast, Overhead the wisps of rain Wool untwisted from a skein Maple, chestnut, birch and spruce Shake their tops and branches loose, Disembodied, bend their boughs, Come to life the west wind soughs Just like this we wait for some Trade for aimless tedium, A bolt of fire from above Or violence if there be no love ???????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????? June 12, 2015 WILD ROSE IS IN BLOSSOM… Wild rose is in blossom Magenta, ivory white And will be here till autumn, The lengthening of night Leaves will lose their luster And fall beneath the frost, Goldenrod and aster Their yellow flame be lost Read the lesson closely That nothing bright will last, Or disregard, go lightly And let the season pass If to be more mindful May sometimes lead to gloom, The vision of the thoughtful Need not be of doom No grimness in conclusion In what the mindful chose, But only their acumen In the falling of the rose ??????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????? June 13, 2015 THE ONWARD RUSHING As you prepare the sharp turn left The growing corn is vision high, It bars the driver’s view and then A car above burns down the road Time to reach the farther lane But still the rushing car comes on And as it passes there’s a face Grotesque behind the slanted glass Malice in its grinning mouth Glaring eyes and finger up, The flying car accelerates - Close but not this time, this way Surrogates, the dark recruits, Mercenaries without wage Pressed to what no one refutes, The onward rushing of this age ???????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????? June 14, 2015 SUMMONED THEN??? It was so long ago they found The Lord who lived beneath the sun, Or in the moonlight on the night A dreadful Passion had begun Like us, like us, in flesh and weight, A friend the simple heart could seek, A shadow on the stone that moved, The signal of His soul could speak Attenuated grows the gist, So long ago, so far in space, The Earth in many orbits passed And who but Glory sees His face? But still when I behold the flesh And holy blood the priest presents, Summoned then I am so moved To beckon to the sacraments ????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????? June 14, 2015 LIKE A NOON Across the nearly summer pond The ripple of a blackbird song, Bullfrogs pluck a tempered string, Twosome when the blackbird sings Water lilies show a face Of yellow sunlight-centered lace, Over them a dragonfly Hunts with head-enfolding eye Peace on peace the marsh and lake, Through the reeds a garter snake Twists the marsh in middle June, Summer rising like a noon ?????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????? June 15, 2015 FOR THE MARTYRS OF IRAQ AND SYRIA As darker grows the day The strong defeat the weak, The unforgiving slay The innocent and meek Then who will read the psalms That promise justice done? The lion kills the lamb The kingdom has not come Hold the cup on high Before you drink the wine, Swear by those who die That Jesus was divine It is the blood of Him The corpus of the flesh, For now the light grows dim In this dark wilderness Swear by those who give Their lives to verify And also to forgive, Swear by those who die ???????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????? June 16, 2015 BOTH MUST BE Nowhere enters nothing, goes Where every door and gate must close, Where life has lived but never more Will living creatures be restored But now I see a garden made Beneath an everlasting shade, Each tree and leaf diminutive And so by light the living live Figures living, living by The light, if not the figures die That moving from the shade to light They know them both and know they might Shade and light, there must be both Though often dark to light is loath, It is the law that both must be—The shade beneath the growing tree ???????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????????? June 17, 2015 THE ROMANS MADE A SIMPLE CROSS The Romans made a simple cross, The upright held the cross in place, The piece they fixed from side to side Clinched the felon in disgrace But here unknowing built a sign, The baulk across a symbol of The bloody mystery of Christ, The pillar ends in Light above Jesus said: I am the way Whoever trusts in life will live Forever, but He also said Beyond your death I will forgive For you will rise as I rise up And I will wait until you come To Me and My eternal throne, My glorious imperium Which can it be, the upright piece That shows the way to endless joy, The horizontal present world Which Christ in coming will destroy? Here the cross itself may speak: I am the symbol and the tree That flourished once in paradise, I bear the One who planted me ??????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????? June 18, 2015 SEE ME They say that faith is blind who have no eyes Tell that they are shrewd but are not wise, Grope in darkness, turn away from light Struggle not with evil though they might Yield no praise for that which gives them all Profess their domination as they fall. Hide their terror, boast of being brave Brag of being strong but are depraved Find no meaning in the great design See no system given by a sign, Stand beneath a canopy of grace But never meet the bridegroom face to face How will they gain vision back again? In the final moment they will, then—And might they burn forever in a fire? See Me, says the Lord, say your desire ?????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????????? June 19, 2015 OFFER AT LEAST FIFTY CENTS I said to him: May I despair? But when I looked he wasn’t there, So then I looked around for some Others who I thought were dumb And proper to feel sorry for But I had no one to deplore, Is there no person to be found On whom I can and may look down? You may contemptuously view But pay these people if you do, A handsome fee will cure offence, Offer at least fifty cents A dollar more will ease the pain Of even cold and sharp disdain, But stinging scorn is more offensive And is even more expensive ??????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????? June 19, 2015 NOTHING KNEW A finch came down and settled on the feeder Fed on many seeds but dropped just one Which sprouted in the ground, it was a flower The seed drew out its rootlet, from the top Squeezing out a stalk that reached the sun Which pulls the seedlings upward for its crop Welcome little seedling, come with me The sun said to the flower, turn and face The west where I will set in majesty So from a circumstance a flower grew One flower turning westward to the sun Though nothing that could see it falling knew ???????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????????????? June 20, 2015 THE COURT OF WAR Outside the house I saw one morning Two fat hogs inside a trailer Waiting to be taken to The slaughterer, a livestock butcher The farmer elsewhere, at the courthouse - We live in a county seat—Once his business had been settled Off with them to be made meat Curious, the hogs looked up Great around their curving sides, Their empty mash pans on the floor, Unknowing of their final ride Who are we, who is the farmer, What can we be waiting for? He is death the fattener Presenting at the court of war ??????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????? June 21, 2015 BE CAREFUL WHERE YOU SLEEP Be careful where you sleep For when you sleep afar From your accustomed place The fiends know where you are They show you when you stray Your best beloved dead, Show as they decay And melt on their death-bed Then when you awake You fear what you have seen, The frailty of love The pitiful obscene Come again to Christ The merciful embrace Of Jesus of the Cross In His accustomed place ??????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????? June 22, 2015 END TO END Fake women, men and bodies Fake marriage, sex, no babies Fake hope, fake life, fake speech Fake lessons liars teach Falsehoods of the mind False, the clever blind, False, the pleasing lie They take no life, deny False, themselves they cheat, They cripple their own feet, Straight their falsehoods send Like arrows end to end ???????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????? June 23, 2015 THE RHINELAND OF THE PAGANS Did you know that in the Rhineland of the pagans Did you know that in the England of the Saxons After the departure of the legions There remained a remnant of the churches Here and there the followers of Christ? Congregations left within those kingdoms Seeds of Eucharistic faithfulness? Chronicles recorded few if any Though there were some staying, never many Surrounded by the temples, there among The sacred oaks on which the captives hung Tolerated sometimes, not remembered Lights of vigil in a darkness, small Every day and even through nightfall And you might never see them there at all Lighting for the Mass time beeswax candles Among the Alamanni and the Vandals ??????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????????????????? June 23, 2015 I SAW THE SILENT MAN?I saw the silent man across the streetStanding in his garden as if struckBy how it grew so lushly in the summerWhile he himself was barren in his soul?I asked the man to visit at the MassWe gather for on every summer morning,For we were sterile till we saw the ChristWho cultivates the plantings in His garden?It is the new allotment of the mountainIn which our souls were planted when He roseThat morning when the sun began to riseThough we have yet to flourish as He did??PavelJune 24, 2015THREE WERE WEAVING Three were weaving, weaving on a loom But they themselves were figures of a pattern Woven as a triplet in the womb Of time and circumstance, of what will happen You and I are what they wove and now I weave again the figures of the women—Who designed the weave they do not know Except that the designer works from heaven Watch them weave and silently advance, Those who work the loom are not aware They are a pattern woven not by chance Nor are their threads of being laid elsewhere All are flat as figures in a weave But they will come to roundness in a while—Those who think them solid self-deceive And those who spoil the pattern self-defile ???????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????????????? June 25, 2015 SEA OF FIRE Lyric for a gospel song After W. A. Muhlenberg When first the Ark of peace was launched And all the world was drowned, That refuge rode the sea of waves No land at all was found But when another Flood shall come There will be seas of fire That God in wrath of flame will send, A holy flood of ire And those who go within the Ark Will find no land but then They all will see in after days The New Jerusalem The Ark we call the holy place Where Jesus Christ resides, The Master of the ship of grace Though some may think He hides And those who berth within that ship Will sail the sea of flame To find a land of peace again As Noah did the same ???????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????? June 26, 2015 ASTONISHMENT We who were created out of nothing We who are a syllable, a sound, A gust, a breeze that spins above the waters, We came to be alive, what are we now? Astonishment to stand before a mirror, To see the one who is the one who stares Then looks away, then looks again in terror, Suppose by light of day I were not there If death should me remove, and I am space Not even that, appearance nullified, What would become of that familiar face If on some day and suddenly I died? Question with an answer, who can break The mirror of eternity or see The spirit of the body, who can take An everlasting form away from me? I am of a purpose and a form To fill the mold I was designed to fill, Eternal shape to emptiness conformed And nothing that an emptiness can kill ??????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????? June 27, 2015 THE SOUL WAS MEANT FOR ECSTASY Will Christ be with us to the end Or to His world chastisement send? Both, I think, He will not go Though yet permit a second blow Stare into another’s face If there you find a precious trace Of pleasing joy and sacrifice The light of gladness, sign of Christ Know by this that Jesus stays Even in these latter days, Faith and mercy not wiped out Though intellect falls ill with doubt But if you meet the duller eyes That stare at grace without surprise, The tree of life as merely wood But say the world goes as it should That is the signal of distress, You see the sign of what will be, The mind accepting something less The soul was meant for ecstasy ????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????? June 28, 2015 A SECRET SPACE A little box that’s made of birch A cross is chiseled in the lid The sides are round with florets carved As artisans of Suzdal did Inside there is a secret space Containing thin and tender bark Uncarved, unpainted curl of wood A sapling cut contains the dark The cheapest, lightest cylinder Around the lid a floret ring But when you lift and look inside You hear the yellow wagtail sing ???????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????? June 29, 2015 SENTRIES The aperture between this world and theirs Is narrower than you may know, compares With iris of the sparrow and the wren, Smaller even, of the finch’s hen But who will guard our commons from the next? To find a sentry shrewdness is perplexed For it demands much more than soldier mettle The fiends from there are foul and unsettle It is the meek and backward who are fit To take a place before that door and sit, They will not use their services to boast But little spirits find some courage most So they sit before the narrow vent And by their quiet stubbornness prevent The squeezing of a dogged evil through That near destroyed the world when it was new ????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????????? June 30, 2015 MONSTERS Those animals obeyed the law Of reproduction and defense, They fed on lawful prey, I saw How suitable the needful sense Sense responding to a cue And all to honor reproduction, Nothing bent and all was true No act performed was a perversion I meant the race of crocodiles, Primeval monsters flourish still, Compare Nathanael without guile Except for freedom of the will Then I saw a soul misshapen, Loss of God had altered it Into the figure of a demon, Glutton, fraud and hypocrite I asked: is this the aftermath Of bidding Adam to beget? Then what will be the coming wrath When monsters are out-monstered yet? ????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????? July 2, 2015 THOMAS If you see My face you shall not live You may only see My passing glory, Gazing deeply I shall not forgive On My holy mountain of epiphany But when the Lord as Jesus came to Earth Child of God, true son of God and man They saw Him, touched Him from His very birth But which of us can see and understand? Thomas you have probed behind the veil Touched the altar and the sacred Ark Which ran with blood and lived to tell the tale, Emerged from Light to see the world is dark This is the revelation we have heard: Darkness in us lighted by the Word ???????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????? July 3, 2015 THROUGH THE FIRE A day of sun between the rains As when the world of Noah stayed In hesitation, Flood delayed The Deluge could not start at once At first a few precautious drops If they reform, chastisement stops Come and sit with Me, He said Outside the bright sun of July Here are only you and I And this small church is empty now So that distraction is the least With none assembled for My feast Do not hesitate, confide, I can listen and I hear Reproach and memories, that fear So do not be unwilling, tell, The rain tomorrow must be so And what you tell Me I will know Afternoon, the birds asleep The air is still, the garden spreads Above the sleeping and the dead And I am always here will be Past the ending and the rain And through the fire I remain ????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????? July 5, 2015 SHOW TO ME For Paul Bland Setting off a costly stone Glittering, let all admire Let me gleam it at the Throne See the medal that I wear? Then the voice of Light replies Rather show a long despair See my uniform, my clothes Braided brim and epaulettes? It said, of these you must dispose Contemplate my treasure chest Wealth and power to the brim—Of these, it said, you must divest Worthy and of great repute Living in the greatest splendor— Here such office does not suit Beaming from the sky of fame Everyone to me deferred—Here no one will know that name What about their testimony Universal admiration? Here is one thing, one thing only Show to Me your wounds and sores These shall be your only badges, These are Mine and should be yours ????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????? July 6, 2015 SEE THE ROAD Where is heaven, where is hell In what region do they dwell? I looked within to see if I Could find where those two places lie Looked within, there is no chart No map, no plot, no finder’s art, No star to lead the looker where They might exist, no angel stair To outer space, a spinning hole, A rounding blackness of the soul, But side by side those two exist, In paradox they pair and twist Like chromosomes, like separate twins, Reject the one, the other wins, Choose me or me the voices sing, Win nothing or win everything Spaces full inside the space That has no measurements to trace, To each I travel, to and fro, Say yes to one, the other no And who will be the perfect guide? He is the way but stands aside: “See the road and I will wait But woe to one who hesitates” ?????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????? July 7, 2015 WHEN WE EMERGE But the plan of the LORD stands forever—Psalm 33 Read the route map diagram For subway number three, it runs From west to east, from south to north, You ride the train with everyone You ever knew, and they know you, Some may sit and some may stand, All who came aboard are here To gratify the Son of Man The stations on the way demarked By red within a circle, three The number of the endless train That travels toward eternity A friendly and untroubled crowd Fresh and happy for the ride, I do not see their faces since They fade, perhaps I look aside But they know me and seem amused To find me here along with them, Amused I say and not disposed To reprimand or to condemn But travel as we must through death And farther when we disembark, The tunnels that we go through end As we emerge and leave the dark ???????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????? July 8, 2015IF THAT GARDENER WERE NOT SO MILD Foolish creatures, cunning but not wise, The rabbits nested underneath the cart, Till the kit has opened up its eyes The extra work of gardening can’t start Until the kit has opened up its eyes And strengthened to the point that it can hop, Till the kit achieves a certain size The extra work of gardening must stop When the wind is strong they won’t emerge, It hides the coming footsteps of the hunter, Even if the rabbits have the urge To graze on tasty grasses and the clover If that gardener were not so mild The rabbit doe and buck would lose that child ???????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????????????????? July 9, 2015THE TIDAL RACE I saw a wall that was not stone Smooth in face, of ivory And made from this and this alone, Of height immense in symmetry What donjon, castle does it hold And who built up this citadel? What force within it is controlled By artifice or miracle? It is the circle of a skull Confining contents of the mind, To number nigh impossible, Infinity by them defined But to break in or scale that wall May not be done by will and force Except by One who conquers all, He is the builder and the source Once or twice He will admit An exit or an entrance to But not by intellect or wit And even then lets in a few Then like the harbors of the sea Which fill and empty by the tide, The two or more becomes a we, The tidal race an ocean wide ?????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????? July 10, 2015QUO VADIS? Peter run, they’re after youThe Emperor demands your head,Impossible, that can’t be trueI’m not a citizen, he said?It’s crucifixion that they mean Decapitation is too good For one who is like me unclean, They want to pin me to the wood So Peter beats it out of town Along the road and safe at last, He travels with his head hung down Whenever someone journeys past But then a figure on the road Stops beside the refugee And on His back a heavy load, A beam, and cross piece separately The eyes of Peter open wide: My God, My Lord why are you here? We know that You’ve already died Or does the ghost of God appear? He says, Quo vadis, Domine? Where do you go my Christ, my Lord? "To die again for you today By crucifixion, not by sword "These are the balks of wood I bear Since you refuse the sacrifice, This death becomes My own affair Since I must face the torture twice" Peter stops and holds his breath His chest is burning with disgrace, O Lord I must resume my death Or else my Lord will take my place He puts his hand upon His arm That is real flesh and welted skin, Then turns and faces Rome again: Stay here, my Lord, I will go in ?????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????? July 11, 2015 A SEED The sunflower from seed became a flower By rain in rainy June a sapling tower That raised into a flower-bearing tree Whose top kept growing unremittingly Growing till it reached the edge of sight, The stalk a string, the top of it a kite, Roots that held it fast were pulled and sheared Detached, the flower dwindled, disappeared The last that it was seen it was a dot That wavered in the wind, and then was not, Where it may have gone no one can know Though seeds may sometimes fall like blackened snow And this is what may happen from a word A sound, a breath that someone may have heard ???????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????????????????? July 12, 2015 AN INTUITION An intuition, formless, almost wordless And yet that of the person of Lord Jesus: If I see the Christ I see the Father The maker of the world, the world’s Creator, But if I lose my seeing then He will Withdraw behind a veil, invisible What figure shall we use, what metaphor When with the light this darkness is at war? Only this I know of, call a thrush At dusk and let it break the sudden hush, Thrust an arm and beckon to the sky To draw an eagle closer, eye to eye Obey the summons though we may resist, Thrushes sing and eagles to His wrist ?????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????????? July 13, 2015 WHERE FIRE CAN SPEAK When Moses left Egypt In flight from the Pharaoh The desert engulfed him How did he know The way to a refuge The ever-filled wells? If he followed the tracks Of the merchants and soldiers A killer pursued They would hunt him and find him So then to the wasteland Wanting for water Did he see in the distance The mountain of God In the shimmering air? He sees it before him As the sun is descending Over his shoulder Over his shoulder To the land of the River Where Moses was born How can he know That the desert is waiting For God to descend? So sterile and bleak So dry and infertile Where fire can speak ?????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????? July 14, 2015 SHOW ME Show me a songbird that doesn’t sing A swollen sky that doesn’t rain, These are symptoms of our sin A pleasure undischarged in pain The soul is a cloud with rain inside That hovers over fertile fields, The spirit sings when dawn comes up The darkness to the morning yields Come and drink the morning sun That ripples in the cup of dawn, It will no drunkenness provoke Though from the everlasting drawn ???????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????? July 15, 2015 EARLY COLORS The sumac and the ivy take a color Although they have two months ahead of summer, Deeper crimson, shades of dusty black A shadow of the winter sky come back Yellow leaves of walnut in the garden As if to shed the sunlight as a burden, Leaves are falling, there are more to come But where is this false autumn coming from? Trees are tired and the stems release Their metabolic work but that will cease, People too, their numbers not restored Each generation lesser than before Early to an autumn will decline, These early colors signal of a sign ???????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????? July 16, 2015THE BURGLAR Can all the cripples make a human race, The prideful and inglorious replaced By spiritual glory meant to be, Could those be our descendants, you and me? I have seen the mirror and have spoken To that poor hobo cracked across and broken, “You tire me for I have lived with you So long that I have worn away the view” What did Christ of glory have in mind When with eleven followers He dined, Or when He saw the flower of their fear When Judas and the Temple cops drew near? Lord, I am not worthy that You should Break into my house for my own good ????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????? July 17, 2015THE WORK The sixteenth psalm of David, reading from verse ten Assures the Holy Ones of God eternal joy and peace—The contractor and Pharisee who pray may wonder when They open up the window, look around and see The imminence of peace and joy, contentment and surcease Of theft and guile and arrogance, of base hypocrisy Or not, the world is as it was and ever will be so Or so it seems to anyone who has an honest eye The peace of God may come to us, but it is coming slow They say that virtue is the good that has its own reward Surely this is so because it is so much admired Except when profit has come due and virtue is ignored Listen then, you may transpose this discourse to another Plane of understanding, where virtue has dimensions Unseen by many Pharisees, as Pharisees discover The body falls to pieces as it was meant to do Recycled like the mountains, the oceans and their islands Though mountains wear away by rain, the soul is ever new For as the psalm has told us, the Lord will not permitHis Holy Ones to be as though they never were nor letCorruption wear away His love, nor truth be hypocrite?But they will be transformed to that which has no counterpart Except for that which artists feel for what they have created Who driven by creative joy must finish what they start We who make the things of Earth must be dissatisfied Because we are unfinished as the work that we create But we are what we finish and the work has never died ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? July 18, 2015VISION OF THAT HOLY FIRE When I look at someone’s face I see the face of the unknown, The features being but a trace Of what the light of God has shown When Jesus looks He sees the whole Of what we were and are, will be, The living spirit and the soul Beneath the features eyes may see Imagine then if we were so, As Christ can see so might we too Peer beneath the skin to know What is within, complete and true You would see no secret there Within my flesh, the inner core, And you would know how deeply bare You are to me, and were before But never shame to be exposed From infancy to when we die, No portion of us would be closed Nor what we are we would deny I think that we would all unite While being open to the gaze Of each and to the Holy Light Of God in unity of praise That which brought us to that sphere Would be the substance all entire, No shadow in us but the clear Vision of that holy fire ?????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????? July 19, 2015 IT GIVES ITSELF TO BE ITSELF We are wasting for true love Hunger and a famine, ribs of grace Show through the flesh Where is the secret horde of love, Who has hidden that bright treasure And for how long? Look beside you at the faces The careful blankness of withdrawal Of the famished self How easily we slip away from sight Behind a door of watchful courtesy And bare indifference But in this careful watchfulness There is a wary but important hope For that which is invisible So that when Jesus teaches of the Holy Spirit He speaks of this when manifest in us: True love and sacrifice Even to the death, yes death That love which gives itself To be itself ????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????? July 20, 2015PRINCES OF THE AIR Princes of the air they sail, South by west majestic go, Not vaporous, embodied air White-robed nobility they flow Procession of the noble mist High-chested and of sober worth To courts unknown as royal guests Where hurricanes unbelt their girth Peers and princes of the sky Their goings broad and make no sound, Around their fringes seagulls fly And all the hunting swifts go round ?????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????? July 21, 2015 WHISTLE PIGS They are companions of the dead Who slip through pipes beneath the hill Which underneath the graveyard spread To catch the seepage and the spill Their fur is dense and chocolate brown, Heads are flat, incisors keen, Their tails go long against the ground And in the dark their kits are weaned Suppose a dog intended harm, To seek and find them by their smell, The hill would whistle in alarm Within the darkness where they dwell Now overhead the shadow rolls A soundless awning from the east, While all around are living souls Emerging from the graves, the beasts ???????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????? July 22, 2015STARLIGHT FIRE Someone gave a gift, a book About the haunting of a home, He said read this in daylight only Not at night when demons roam By night or day it makes no difference We do not tempt the underside Of surfaces we see by day, The commons of demonic pride We are forbidden to hold traffic With the Lord’s menagerie He banished to the world beneath The everlasting congeries Of life, the honest summer night Of moth and bat and firefly And vole that creeps between the tussocks, Starlight fire in the sky ?????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????? July 23, 2015ANTOINETTE A Dutch child in the Dutch East Indies In 1941, on Java, many years ago, Imperial Japan invaded them So I heard her tell, who else may know? South to the Indian Ocean there to meet a freighter The refugees fled southward, those fearful Dutch civilians, While close behind the conquering Japanese And so there was a freighter placed on station The ark of rescue rocking in a gentle swell, But as they stood reprieved on shore They heard a sound that made the sky reverberate, A red sun on a fuselage, the engines roared Bombs were dropped that pierced the iron hull, the Dutch ship broken As they watched from shore, their liberation gone, While from the road behind them came the sound of trucks She told me on that day, five decades on Then there was a long internment, pitilessly hard With hunger and anxiety and hardship all in plenty, While from the Netherlands could be no word Nor from those alien impassive sentries But she survived, survived—If Antoinette had never told me so Who would have known to look at her How tough some people are—who else may know? Who else may know the toughness of the secret heart? The spirit of the weak is wordless, hidden Until the day we share what we have learned—Though evil is most strong survivors are more stubborn ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? July 24, 2015 RIVENDELL In Tolkien’s legendarium a refuge from disaster, While those who bow and kneel before the tabernacle Enclosed inside the glory of the saving Christ Stay safe within the stronghold of eternity Rivendell was built among forbidding mountains, A settlement of peace, a lampstand of the precipices With fountains of serenity from springs well-guarded, Invisible to ghouls that roam the outer wasteland But we should not stay over-long in Rivendell Because the contest of the worlds goes on, Pilgrims take their places in the slaughter line, Grip swords of patience, others heal their wounds with prayer We look behind us longingly and yet By choice endure the vengeance of dominion—Rivendell the tranquil perches in a cleft So narrow that the daylight there is all too brief ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????? July 25, 2015 ONE BY ONE Mud and spittle on the eyes, What village shaman may this be? What is the explanation for A village blind man who can see? Perhaps he wasn’t blind before Or some placebo was applied, Strong suggestion or a fraud, Perhaps he saw before and lied But granted that the Son of God Compelled the rare exceptional, Why use secretions of the Earth To work the inexplicable? Because He made them, light from Light, Because without Him there is none, That all may see that miracle He gives them vision, one by one ??????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????? July 26, 2015 NOT A WORD Midas, you have ass’s ears for meddling in those things You had no business meddling with, the strum of lyre strings When fingered by Apollo, which sounded poorer than At least to you, poor meddler, the breathy pipes of Pan If that’s the way you hear it, the god Apollo said, I’ll give such a pair of ears you’ll wish that you were dead, A donkey’s ear for music gets you auricles that size, A hee haw for a tenor voice with which to harmonize Now Midas had a barber who used to cut his hair But when he cut the royal locks the hair dresser declared Such lovely ears you’ve grown, my lord, perhaps I shouldn’t trim The hair around your ears so much, the barber said to him Midas whispered: Leave it long and also keep it quiet About these longish ears of mine or else they’ll cause a riot, These ears are not for public eyes, a turban made of wool Covers every inch of them, they are invisible??? Not a peep, King Midas said, so keep your flappers shut, No ifs or ands or maybe sos, no gossipings or buts, But if I ever hear the word you let my secret out You’ll either get the chop from me or else go up the spout The barber swore it up and down, he swore it side to side That never would he breathe a word about King Midas’ pride, Those ears that stuck a yard above the royal cranium, He said he would forever be the royal barber dumb But after many barberings the secret like a mole Tunneled deeply into him and tormented his soul Until he could no longer keep the mystery suppressed Of why the royal turban—there was gossip—no one guessed He rushed out to the suburbs and found himself a fen And with a violent movement he lay down at length and then He thrust his head beneath the water, shouted through the bubble: The king has ears compared to which most others are like stubble The king has ears a meter long, and that’s the truth of it The frogs and fish will know the truth or else I’ll lose my wits; He thought the secret safely drowned but travelers can hear The wind blow through the cattails: The king has donkey’s ears??? ????????? Pavel ????????? July 27, 2015 NOT KNOWING The noble Agamemnon had a stiffness in the shoulder On the left side where he carried into battle His heavy multi-layered shield against brave Hector So many wounds, so many wars and strongly built That warrior, that king, that sovereign of Mycenae—What power could destroy him but his guilt? Agamemnon, did you bathe to soothe your aching spine And did your back take ill, not getting any younger, That braced a heavy shield against the Trojan line And in that steaming pool in Mycenae Clytemnestra came with oil and dripping sponge A net, a knife, a murder, eye for eye You sacrificed her daughter for a lucky breeze—The Queen knew how to take revenge on you Who thought that kings at war do as they please Listen then, the Greeks knew that the heavy world is such That one weight over-balances another weight Until the equilibrium comes back, and often by a touch They said it was the will of Zeus, or fate Or that immortal goddess Dikē, justice Who brought the universe itself against the state For petty gain or grand advantage as we thought Which daughter or which daughters have we sold Not knowing that instead it is re-balance that we bought? ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? July 28, 2015IT WOULD START Because she wears a summer dress You see the scar that was a wound Which opened up her chest, exposed The heart within that time can mend But there are other scars which heal More slowly if they heal at all Or never heal but still inflame Forgotten since but yet appall Appall in ways we can but know In moments of lucidity When gazing at the shadowed face Of swiftly slipping memory Wounds that would be wounds of love Affirmed and yet as if the heart Were shocked somehow and paralyzed And yet so clutched that it would start ????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????? July 29, 2015 FACING WEST This is where we live for now In the foothills of the mountains And where I will be buried when The time will come, sooner, later Contemplate another death Of cities and societies, And when that may be no one knows, The time will come, sooner, later Look out from a nearby hill, Across the valley you will see A cemetery and a cross And that is where they’ll bury me From what high hill from which to glimpse The ending of the present state? Ancient Rome had seven hills—From which could prophets see its fate? Facing west the Palatine Where rose the palaces of Rome, Magnificent the polished marble Red with the reflected sun ???????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????? July 31, 2015 NEW GUINEA They belted on their side arms And took their gray grenades And up into the mountains of New Guinea went the soldiers One of them my uncle in his middle 20s Toughened by survival in those awful forests With his buddies from the engineer battalion Strong enough to climb into the Owen Stanley Just to see those rumored savages With their suckled pigs and their cultivated gardens Up into the clouds and through them to the highlands Aliens whose footprints like demons' had no toes With magic stones that cracked and flamed like thunder Dead now many years, I think of him as young That amateur of martial arts, of judo and jujitsu But really, which you heard him speak, not so very bright He lived through months of fighting with a searchlight crew Survived to see MacArthur wading through the surf—They took the Philippines—and how they loathed him What did these troopers seem to the people of the mists Rising from the world below the world Like spirits of the dead come back to life? Will some of us then rise from the mists of this dead world Like spirits from the mud, the dreadful heat and its diseases? What will they think of us that day, exhausted toeless wonders? Pavel July 31, 2015 UPON THE DARK MOUNTAINS Give ye glory to the Lord your God, before it be dark, and before your feet stumble upon the dark mountains—Jeremiah 13, 16 We will be lost and beneath us the precipice, The howling of madmen, above us the heights Where may be the demons or may be a nothingness Nothing seen forward and no vision near us So now while the daylight still shines on the mountains While there is time give praise with the pure ones, The sun is not gone yet in spite of the demons Who swelter in darkness, the deep of their ovens Give glory though twilight is made our cathedral The altar be secret, the offerings dwindle, No light be upon us except for one candle, The way be a mystery, so we shall stumble But if you are faithful the Christ is your guide The light falls upon you although you may hide, The path among pitfalls is level and wide For all of the darkness of mountains is pride ??????????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????????????????????? August 2, 2015A BILLION VOLTS A billion volts burned overhead last night So close that time and space were ripped apart Through which a vision entered of destruction And of the dispensation that the world must be Enough, there will be no more universe Enough of all identity and consciousness You are dissolved, you beings, into formless clouds For I will make another world of other names Or nothing, nothingness, such is My power Eternity is mine and form and number That which knows and that which has no self All change and changelessness is mine to hold You are dissolved, it said, but in that moment The all-destroying bolt above the Host Between the sky and earth had touched the steeple And stopped, though with a mighty voice it shouted ????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????? August 4, 2015 THE AFTERGLOW I realized last night When lightning passed so near to us above us A bolt that split the world of us in shards As if all time and space might shattered be All categories of existence cancelled Identities extinguished by the Lord—That God requires nothing to exist That all we have from Him remains gratuitous That even joy of heaven need not be Nor sacrifice to benefit our being Nor even death defeated by the Cross That nothing need subsist but light from light Or He might wrap Himself in perfect darkness With nothing to be made for Him to love So that existence must be ours for this—That love descends from Father to the Son And from the Son to Mary ever Virgin And from the Virgin to the Holy Child And from the Holy Child to all of us And from the Christ for us the Holy Ghost Amen, amen, the lightning is a sign Of God’s tremendous power to dispose, That all that He has made can be unmade And yet there is the afterglow—He rose ????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????? August 4, 2015 THE FALCON AND THE PEREGRINE The hawk that wheels above the hollows A brain with eyes, a soul that sees Surveys the clearings and the meadows, The pathways underneath the trees But how much farther can I range Without the wings and eager eyes? A vision I would not exchange With any predator that flies For I can see the future passed The past as future all the same, The last as first, the first as last, A wild uncertainty as tame The falcon and the peregrine The eagle and the soaring hawk Can see whatever birds have seen But we the paths of heaven walk ??????????????? Pavel ??????????????? August 5, 2015 HE FOUND THEM GOOD All the apples on the tree All the fishes in the sea Every sparrow in the nest Every one a holy guest Why should there be anything To grow and fly and swim and sing? There’s a reason to be found In every shape and every sound He made them all to be His pleasure Living things He made to measure, All amusements of His craft— He found them good and then He laughed??? ??????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????? August 6, 2015 PAY ATTENTION TO THE SIGNALS What are crows uprising for? Shadows in the dark spruce tree Against the hawk declaring war, Flapping darkly their decree We are off to find a journey But our good friend stays behind, See, he bids his good-bye kindly, Another journey he must find Pay attention to the signals, The ancient Romans did as well, The flights of birds above the temples Might their future fortunes tell Now within the curving cavern Of the dream that comes awake Stirs the sleeping that awakens To the sound the dark birds make ????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????? August 7, 2015 WHEN I LOOKED… When I looked at the sterile hills of Mars In the photograph sent by Curiosity Rover, The rippling pinkish sand and barren buttes, The lifeless prospect and the scattered boulders I thought how well this vacancy conforms To the arid human soul, the blank despair Of the godless and deracinated man, The desiccated ground and lack of air That is our planet fittingly, reflects The empty light of our own internal sun When we have left behind the house of Christ And the mortal triumph of the Risen One If we colonize the desolate And ultraviolet wilderness of space, Which idol will our heirs propitiate, How to pray to that which has no face? ????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????? August 8, 2015 IN THE LAND OF SLAVES Christ was in Egypt too A slave who worked on the tombs And no one knew His name See, you knew Him not, you other slaves When the children of Israel made the calf of gold In the desert of rebellion It was Christ who returned to Egypt of the black land To die with those who had turned back For surely when they made the golden calf There were some who would not drink the strange infusion But hid the fragments in their dirty robes And went back to the flesh pots of the fellahin There He served where no one knew His name For His time had not yet come—He is Christ the unbidden One Who serves and is not known in the land of slaves ???????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????????? August 8, 2015 THE WAR OF LIFE AND DEATH The Father sent His only Son On a desperate mission To leave the country of All Hallows For the Crucifixion gallows Then like any Father will He worried while the stars held still To see His Jesus raise the dead, Five thousand hungry peasants fed He heard Him bait the Pharisees And contradict the Sadducees, But death was death, it held its sway Above all creatures made of clay Then they pushed Him to the Cross, The Father wept His heavy loss And shook the ground so mightily Who made the stars above the sea He gave an edict, all must die For death is death, in dust we lie, But such the grief the Father bore That death and living went to war They battle still and still oppose Though from the tomb Christ Jesus rose, For death is stupid and knows not That it has lost, though death may rot Although it must disintegrate And though the time of it grows late It waves its rotting, stinking fist Against the shining Eucharist ?????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????? August 9, 2015LOVE SURROUNDS HER The Blessed Virgin on her throne A crown of every precious stone, Blue her garment, light surrounds And haloes her, a glow profound In her hands a green-bound book In which the Blessed Virgin looks, She reads Isaiah’s prophecy, An imminent doxology Praise and glory to the name Of what the angels will proclaim When she has given God His birth To bring His mercy to the Earth A gift is this, of what to come By grace of Him, of all the sum, This precious gift her Son provides, The book of life that nothing hides Love surrounds her, is the glow That haloes her which He bestows And which she may from Him dispense, Along with holy innocence ???????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????? August 10, 2015MANY THOSE Many those who run from Me But few will take me from the tree Said the Son, Christ crucified Loved by few, by most denied Who attends that secret place Where I am put in My disgrace? Women who have less to lose, The frightened men will hide, refuse Who will know me when I rise Cast off my deathly flesh disguise? They are those whom I loved best Who would not stay and risk arrest Then who is loyal and who will stay To praise My rising day by day? They are those who conquer dread Because I rose up from the dead But who will see and not believe? They are those for whom I grieve, I died for them but they are blind And to a darkness self-consigned ????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????? August 11, 2015 THE FIRST AND LAST It circles, primaries outspread A gliding vulture, naked head Above the hillside of the dead These have long been put to rest Beneath the ground, and sometimes blessed, For soil and seasons to digest But there is no discernible Animal that has been killed On which to bend and pluck its fill It lands on long ungainly toes A creature of the air that shows A naked head where nothing grows It has a business to pursue Opaque perhaps to me and you And what we could not see it knew When time enough has been and passed Souls will circle—time is vast—The graveyard of the first and last ?????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????? August 12, 2015 ON THE SURFACE On the lake a haul-out board Placed there by a thoughtful ranger, Turtles warm themselves at ease Moated safely far from danger Also flowering water lilies, Petals ivory, centers yellow - Damselflies and dragonflies Hunt and steer above the shallows Close to and within the marsh Frogs as if with pewter clad Fold their legs and warm themselves Beside the jade-green lily pads Heaven too perhaps is like—Where spirits pull themselves above And rest in sunlight on the surface Warmed and sanctified by love ????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????? August 13, 2015 AND NOT GROW OLD They paint the house, the ancient house With deepest golds and yellows On the finials Such a big and ancient house It will be long before they finish Then the world itself will vanish The painters climb until they reach Astonishments Bewilderments The cupola looks out above The farthest sight Of day and night There they stop and wonder if The painting of it ever ends And if there is an ending, when The Patron will be back by night But He has never yet complained To see how much undone remains He tells them then to scramble down: Beloved children you must rest For now you are my chosen guests The house goes on to an extent That no one ever sees it all But all they see they will recall And then when I have taken down The walls and roof and all the gold You will go on and not grow old ????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????? August 15, 2015 THE LESSON ENDS “Now I’ll show you how to swim, See the pool before us, now I jump and sink and rise again, That is water, that is how “The lesson ends and you have learned To swim, and so I can depart” But how will we know how to swim,’ The children asked, ‘is it an art “Technique, a secret how to float Or rise again or hold our breath?” “Here is a truth about the Christ, To find Him plunge in life and death” ???????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????????? August 16, 2015 THE BOARDS GIVE WAY The Devil moved next door and paints His rotting porch to cover Hell So when the summer season ends He will sit down and stay a spell The fiend is cold and when the cold Comes down on us in ice and snow, It is congenial to his mind, No reason then to rise and go His inner core is solid ice His soul a frozen-hard cement So when the lungs of him inhale He draws death from the firmament In boards beneath him rotting spreads, The blind unwary think them new But when they come to visit him The boards give way and let them through ?????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????????????? August 16, 2015 THE SONS OF GOD Dusk and all the valleys sleep Across the west a streak of red, Amalgam of the earth and sun Which through the atmosphere has bled And now the creatures of the day The singing bird, the doe, the stag Have rest and quiet for the night, The summer stars hang out their flag Their country is the summer night That moth and bat and nightjar see, And soon the marching of their might The soldiers of eternity For this is war although no sound Can penetrate to reach us here, The dying of the men of time Until the sons of God appear ??????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????? August 17, 2015A VIGIL They sleep so soundly these dead folk If they woke up what would they say Of what they dream of Judgment Day? We who peer at them from here Through thistles, milkweed and the rose Wonder what the spirit knows But now we fade into the bush We creatures of the wood and shade We are of noon and sun afraid Hush, one says, no wondering For these are elsewhere still asleep And we a vigil for them keep And when they rise from there we too The lovely ones, the curious Will be undying with them, thus ????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????? August 17, 2015 A VigilPhoto by Pavel ChichikofOUT OF THE VALLEY Out of the valley, the deep valley Mists of summer morning flow And from the mist Saint Michael rises, Mist that covers swales like snow His arm is held around the world Which does not know of his protection, Though the world emerges then It does not know of its infection I saw the flowing of the mist A church as if from mist just born, The vessel of the Eucharist, A steeple rising like a thorn ????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????? August 17, 2015ABOVE THE WINTER SEA Saint Thorlak driving demons out of Iceland Came to one dark crevice in a cliff And from that slit emerged a hollow groan: “Thorlak, mercy, mercy on us fiends “Christ in power drives us to this desert, Glacial rubble black as is our souls, Suppose you exorcise and banish us We will go naked to the world of winds “Even demons need a place to live So by the grace of Christ please let us be, Relent, good bishop, we will be at peace And not disturb your flock for centuries” The saint, whose heart was filled with charity Withheld the prayer that crushes Satan’s skull, But centuries passed by and then the world Blundered and broke down the seal of stone Up into the storm the demon leaped Attained the rocky shore of Myrdalur From which it caught the westerlies and sailed Above the winter sea and Ireland ??????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????????????? August 19, 2015 WHO CAN WE BLAME? The people belonging to Hell grew a garden But just for themselves and not for another, Trees of the fig and trees of the lemon Form without scent without pistil or anther When it was finished all of it theirs Fruit trees abounding that never matured, Apple trees apple-less, pears without pears Medicinal commons without any cures They watered and weeded until it was beautiful Yet though they tended it nobody came, Where are the worshippers, such is our bountiful Garden of Eden then who can we blame? Around them a wilderness, limitless, sterile A desert of death which no one traversed, And they unapproachable stayed in the middle Suffered their loneliness, bitterly cursed ????????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????????????? August 20, 2015 DO NOT QUARREL No piety can pay for grace But only wounds can pay the cost, Wounds of grief and loneliness Love denied and love that’s lost As Peter sank before the Christ Could lift him up, so must we go Above the deep and cold abyss And touch the emptiness below As Lazarus who died, was rank Was wrapped in darkness in a cave, Had only graceful Christ to thank, He was by dying raised and saved Peter nearly drowns and dies Life for Lazarus is won, Do not quarrel, question why That grief is love’s companion ???????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????? August 20, 2015 A SKY OF SHINING LIGHT We hear the dead bell ringing overhead On this clear morning summoning the dead, Late summer and the clouds in white procession, Their shining sides reflect an intercession That in and out of time there comes a peace, A lawfulness of beauty does not cease, That she they send away by Roman rite Arrives within the realm of God by night Then may the Lord receive me in this way In high procession like the clouds today, For we are also vapor made to form A sky of shining light or summer storm ????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????? August 21, 2015 MISSIONARY TO THE YAHOOS The Devil in the desert tempted Christ With tawdry gifts of power, tempted thrice, Jesus, Lord of all the worlds and man Said, I will not seize them though I can He studied Satan, curious to see Such confidence and base vulgarity, But I’m like those I tempt, said Lucifer, They trust the one who seems familiar Although I am to You the prince of evil The fiend of hell and sorrow and the Devil They see me as a customary man And so I seize their spirits for I can ???????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????? August 22, 2015 SECRETS Night, the cricket and cicada choir, Dusk is flowing into sweet late summer Veiled the sumac and Virginia creeper Which by daylight fail into a crimson More beautiful in their degeneration, Oppose the green in generous contention Day by day the sun declines and less The noon parabola, the days regress Clear and bright the sky in loveliness This enough, to see it and no more To know what final flourishing is for The secrets that we keep in trust restore ??????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????????????? August 23, 2015MEALS OF STONE It will exact endurance of a special kind For as the emptiness and desolation spread They will in every hungry soul seep through So that the inner spirit wastes away Becomes a wilderness of emptiness That nothing fills and where it never rains And He too traveled through this arid waste—Although at last the angels gave Him food At first a demon offered meals of stone ???????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????????? August 24, 2015 I HAVE CONFESSED I have confessed before a priest In that accustomed private booth Where self-deceptive lies have ceased, Where is no word but simple truth But then how will confession be Before the highest priest of all When life and death have set me free In that last great confessional? No need for secrecy to bare With all there is already known, The spirits and the angels hear, With Mercy seated on His throne And then the story will unfold As one related to a friend, A narrative by love re-told By One whose love can never end ??????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????? August 26, 2015 A SECOND Footslogger, landser, pekhotinetz, poilu All going shoulder to shoulder in shrapnel The fiery wings of the angel of death These more than others could see in a marvel The faultless and seamless perfection of flowers Hear the astonishing music of birdsong And as he prepares to harvest the spirit The angel of dying hesitates there To render a second for love of the sunlight ????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????????? August 26, 2015 TOMATOES TIMES TIME Red tomatoes fronting on a screen That which is elapsing is unseen, Light embracing roundness and the skin Flows around the wires and comes in The flowing is illusion quantified Death is dead and dying is denied, Finer and much finer is the frame Infinity and seconds are the same ??????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????????? August 27, 2015 Small TomatoesPhoto by Pavel ChichikovTHE BLADES Above the hills, along the ridge line Winding with an unseen wind The turning of the giant turbines Arms like shining blades that spin Fifty meters up and more They seem to march but never shift While through the gaps the currents pour The turning of the blades their gift There is a spirit wind that made My soul unseen and yet I see By lovely shining of the blades The wind of far eternity ??????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????????? August 28, 2015IF YOU CAN IMAGINE IT Lost in swampy green detail A stirring in the leaves and then A blur, a body and a tail A tiny body makes them bend A passing vole, mammalian Invisible by a means so clever Snapper or amphibian Might not enjoy their morsel, ever But if you can imagine it Shrunken to a miniscule Down into its habitat Where garter snake and turtle rule An algal smell, a scent of musk The iridescent flashing blue Of damsel flies, the empty husks Of beetles you have bitten through A tunnel highway through the stems Of salty grasses overhead And you the furtive and condemned To show yourself inhibited Listen, you may be as such When Christ in judgment reigns above When those who hate evade His touch And all will hide who have not loved ????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????? August 28, 2015CattailsPhoto by Pavel ChichikovTHE STREETS AND TOWERS Beyond, beyond, beyond the hills The curvature of Earth defends The walls of New Jerusalem The life of God that never ends But as we are on foot and sore The rugged slopes deplete our strength, We top the hills to see much more Of endlessness of height and length We might sit down and rest a while But fear of being left and lost Can drive us on by mile by mile A road intended to exhaust Some of us give in and sit Remove our boots, massage our feet, But these I think have lost their wits Will not get up, their loss complete How painful is the ceaseless tramp That wears us down, will we arrive To see the lighting of the lamps While still alive, while still alive? Jerusalem descends from night She rises from the depths of day, She brings the stars to be her lights That on the streets and towers play ????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????? August 29, 2015Hills at DawnPhoto by Pavel ChichikovAN INFANT PLANTED Last November’s gourds were dropped When all the autumn growth had stopped, But now their yellow flowers grow, Farsightedness is sure but slow Soon October will have made Gourds of many shapes and shades, Then November’s will be clipped, The Lord’s amusing craftsmanship Our fragile sight could not foresee What germination there would be, What craftsmanship of spirit from An infant planted may become ????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????? August 30, 2015 ABOVE THE NATIONS Today a mist above Brush Mountain Blue and thin, diaphanous Veils a warm late summer day Another veil I think of now The shroud of which Isaiah spoke The covers nations in its web Not unlike a cup of dice The elements are mixed and spilled And so the summer west wind rises The vapor mounting overhead Above the nations, blown to shreds By forces driving from the west When cleared away will then reveal An autumn landscape, sharp tableau Expose what cities lie below ?????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????? August 31, 2015 I SAW A FATHER TAKE HIS CHILD TO SCHOOL I saw a father take his child to school, The Blessed Sacrament, the ancient Faith, The consecrated blessing and the rule Which builds against the toxins of the state For there will be such grim contamination Of immorality and lawlessness, That grace will be the only vaccination That immunizes from the world’s disgrace There is an open place, a hidden treasure, A vial of truth, a sweet viaticum, A cure that heals that hideous displeasure, A remedy against imperium I saw her father take her by the hand And lead her to the Blessed Sacrament, The altar and the Easter candle stand The tabernacle and the firmament ?????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????? September 1, 2015 MOUNTING IS TO BEND THE KNEE Below the when and where of birth On the left the tree of light, Above the darkness of the Earth Baffled columns on the right Up and up to climb but see No destination overhead, Mounting is to bend the knee And leave below the buried dead Will we ever see the sky Attain the roof and then release, Or is the staircase endless high Flight on flight to never cease? ???????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????? September 2, 2015Up StaircasePhoto by Pavel ChichikovSLANTED Slanted truth, slanted gender Slanted sex and slanted business, Slanted news and slanted culture Slanted people in distress Slanted went to be unslanted Looked for slanted oracles Slanted prophets, cults demented Selling slanted miracles Up along the slanted staircase Climbed the slanted, crooked folk, Uttering with slanted faces Slanted promises they broke ???????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????? September 2, 2015 BUT I WILL LIGHT A CANDLE Row to the dark deep water The shadows of abyss To catch the catch of splendor No friend of Mine can miss Then Simon, James and Andrew With John Evangel rowed, A wind blew up those billows That later Jesus strode They pulled with all their powers Until they saw below The dark abyssal cellars Where baffled spirits go Pull up, pull up said Jesus Hand and fist the haul, The catch will be tremendous Blinded spirits all Their eyes have grown vestigial Because they live beneath, But I will light a candle That even burns in death The men spilled out the plunder Of spirits on the sand That goggled in a wonder To see the Son of Man ??????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????? September 3, 2015 DO NOT BOAST This morning when the hills were blued with mist I came to Mass and Holy Eucharist To seek a living Person, not a thing, With nothing of my own this One to bring No doubtful argument and no conceit Of proper gifts to set before His feet, No promise of amendment He might need Or aspiration separate from greed But only this, a presence to await The silent grandeur of the Lord of fate Who gives me free permission to attend Another Mass which offered never ends Why should I be welcome to that fête With frail attention, sorrowful and late, Till flesh and blood of sacred Light appears As all the creatures of the worlds draw near Above the altar and around, before The priest who opens up the holy door, That when he consecrates the hallowed Host We may adore the Glory and not boast ????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????? September 4, 2015 BLACK AS NIGHT Black as night and white as moonlight Picturing the hunt to come, Chipmunk, squirrel, bird and rabbit Corpses scattered to a sum Through the underbrush of weeds Underneath St. Leonard’s hill Tasting how the hunted bleeds, Wants the night to hunt and kill Having slept away the day Her muscles rested and unwound She feels the stalking, creeping through The undergrowth without a sound Overhead the dragonflies Scoop mosquitos from the air While in the attic blinking bats Shivering their wings, prepare ?????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????? September 4, 2015Front Street CatPhoto by Pavel ChichikovTHE ONE WHO MADE THE FIRE KNOWS THE COAL Our hills are beautiful but pitiless None relieve our grieving, heal distress, The sky at night is glorious with flames But nothing in the darkness knows our names Many say the world is pitiless That nothing lives within its randomness, Abandon hope they say in outer Hell That Dante knew and versified so well But when he climbed the mountain of contrition He saw how Love responds to our petition— The One who made the fire knows the coal The One who made the spirit knows the soul ???????????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????????????????????? September 6, 2015 FOR HIS OWN SAKE We were made of glass derived from sand Heated in a fire to a shape, A lizard then a lemur that could stand Various diversities of ape Finally a humanoid was tipped, Slurry to be poured inside a mold, As it was decanted from the lip Became a human figure and grew cold God took up the man and studied him, Found that there were defects all around, A bubble there, a crack ran through a limb The soul inside the heart of him unsound So then he held him high above a stone, Dashed the human down and made him break, Shattered him completely, soul and bone Then melted him again for his own sake ???????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????? September 7ON PATROL On patrol above the marsh A three-inch dragon swoops and darts, Thorax green and azure striped What artisan devised these arts? Compose, my soul, a hymn to this Astonishing and breathless flight, The swervings, divings, followings, The scoopings and the turnings tight Lord, my God, my very heart What have you made that moves me so? Let this practice of Your art Be planted in my soul and grow And let me swerve and move and rise In my reflections of Your grace, That so I may display alive My flight before Your shining face ????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????? September 8, 2015Dragonfly closerPhoto by Pavel ChichikovDRAGON AERODROMES I saw the veins that filled its striving wings The smaller veins traversed the apices, While close against the thorax as they rowed The greater spread across the planes of these Globes of eyes surveyed the globes of space Each a hemisphere around the head Enclosing nearly all the insect’s face To find the prey on which the dragon fed It could fly up and down and forward, back Left and right with such precise control So as to sweep the air, no motions lack With rapid turns and even pitch and roll It could deform its wings to give it lift And potently accelerate its flight Or hover, then to rapid chasing shift All guided by extraordinary sight And would you now design a creature such, A million steps inside the chromosomes, And thousands and more thousands at a touch To fill the swamp with dragon aerodromes? ????????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????????????? September 8, 2015Dragonfly closerPhoto by Pavel ChichikovHIS COMPANY I failed to keep my temper for something trivial, A fumble in the kitchen I would be ashamed to tell,??? Threw a fork against the sink that made it spring and fly, God be thanked the tines were down and not in someone’s eye Then in my disgrace I came before the shrine of Christ, The tabernacle where he waits at Golgotha’s high price, Sought His comradeship to tell His mercy of my shame, He said I should not grieve so much but say His holy name Say His holy name and then rely upon His peace Await the coming of His light when every rage will cease, So I knelt, received His calm, gave homage on my knee, Then I forgot my foolishness to share His company ???????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????? September 9, 2015THE NEWS Did you think the fruit with which the fiend Seduced our mother Eve an easy pick, Or that it was low-hanging on a limb, Accessible to fingers or by stick? The serpent made her sweat for it and climb, Pull herself as far as she could go, No easy picking, Paradise or not, Take it from the top, look out below! And as she climbed her body flattened out Until she was as limber as a snake, Iridescent with his greed and doubt But light so that the heartwood would not break Adam stood beneath her all bemused Imagining the juice inside the treat, While all around the Garden ran the news Of disobedience and their defeat ???????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????? September 10, 2015REHEARSAL If that’s the way You want it, then that’s how it shall be, So then I knelt before the Elevated in all Three, Pressed the heart in pledge of love and then in my salute Stretched out my hand to adulate in flesh the Absolute A first anticipation of what is still to come That when we see the Lord at last we may not be struck dumb, Serene eternal orbit of souls of lesser flame, As we did here we will do then, adore Him just the same ???????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????? September 11, 2015TELL US WHERE To those who sense the weather change Seek the safety you arrange, Avoid the center of the cell, An eye that seems symmetrical A storm so huge, the walls so high A cloud that pivots on the sky, A calm so great can never fail You think, on that colossal scale But those who do not know enough To flee the weather going rough Will find themselves inside a storm Where all misfortunes spin and swarm??? The axle of that hurricane Will grind the mountains into plains, The scent of sea, the sound of wind For those are coming, those are twinned Then tell us where we can retreat—Among the growing golden wheat And where the branches twine and grow Of all the vineyards that you know ?????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????? September 12, 2015 LOST BUT NEVER MISSED They stole from you, they took by stealth By subterfuge, by guile, your wealth When you were young and just awakened, Tossed away as stone, forsaken But I have seen it dirty, lost Where One redeems it at great cost, A diamond on a rubbish heap Where saints and martyrs never sleep They keep and guard with burning swords The gemstones which may not be scored, Their weapons are their litanies And what they guard may not be seized By light of day they will be found Returned undamaged, bright and sound The spirits of the atheists, Which had been lost but never missed ????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????? September 13, 2015SIOP God has a single integrated operation plan For diatoms and tardigrades, continents and galaxies, Moles and shrews and scarlet velvet worms Glaciers glowing green and misty redwood trees You and I are in that composite scenario, Characters who live within the lines declare Autonomy, their will and yet they go Where subjects go, and God will find them there But when the story ends who is upright? The jibe says when the game is played and over Pawn and Queen and King and all are swept Into the box, the lid is shut and darkness is the cover But then another and another think no wise For who knows when another game may start, And he who says it won’t and then denies The Author’s narrative denies his beating heart ????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????????????????? September 14, 2015 A PARABLE THAT YOU CAN UNDERSTAND Disciples, take a parable that you can understand, Stow your nets, raise up the oars and pull out from the land, See, the wind is rising, the running of the sea Booms against the headland—there is no sign of Me Furious, inhuman, the clouds above you fly The boat goes on her beam ends, in moments you will die, Drowning is a parable that everyone can hear No edifying story is as powerful as fear Now I will approach you, impossible but true, A savior in the darkness, the Jesus that you knew, Why have you not called Me, see here is My face, The fury of destruction has vanished without trace ??????????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????????????????????? September 15, 2015 THE WIND WILL DO IT A walnut hangs above our yard And now in mid-September drops Green-husked black-filled walnuts down With soft and flaccid heavy plops Or maybe like the droppings of A cow that nibbles on the sun, A meadow upside down above This many-footed grazing one On every morning summer long And by its branches and its roots Concelebrate the passarines Who serenade with pipes and flutes And who will pollinate this tree Which has a catkin and a blossom? The wind will do it gratis, free In gusts of May both sweet and solemn ?????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????? September 15, 2015 PARASITES Above the corn the cowbirds gather Shotguns fire and they scatter, Multitudes the farmers slay Black corpses’ thousands in one day The rest return to feed on corn Their slaughter seem to treat with scorn, Three-quarters of a standing cob One bird can strip, much more the mob In thirty acres may be left Not much behind the cowbirds’ theft, They mass until September’s frost Their bellies filled with harvests lost And then they leave with what they ate Sleek and fat when they migrate, A figure of the parasites Who profit when the nations fight ??????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????? September 16, 2015 THE MEASURING ROD Through the tall green forest on a narrow path We met a weathered traveler who had seen God, What did the Father look like, was He tall and great? Something like a man and held a measuring rod How could you know in certainty whom you had met? Oh you will see and know Him by the light displaced And also by the adoration of the wilderness, He is like no one else belonging to our race His garment is on one side like the sky at night And on the other shimmers like the dawn of day, I could not meet his gaze, His eyes were blinding bright Like freshly fallen snow on which the sunlight plays He held the rod before Him against trees and sky He said, they are bent out of true and death is here—Do you know the reason for this, traveler? I did not answer but I felt uncommon fear Then He seemed to think and then the birds sang out, All living sprang into a being as He breathed, My fear like darkness flowed away in streams of doubt, Around the boughs of oak trees garlands of the sun were wreathed Now you must go on until you find a lake, Choose a spot of most advantage on the shore, You will see an eagle stoop and it will take My symbol, this will be a sign and nothing more No one else will see it though you meet a few To whom you tell the story, they will not believe, But meanwhile I will bend the crooked ruined true, A better race is waiting in My hollow sleeve ???????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????????????? September 17, 2015 THE TRUE TRANSFIGURATION Here is the true Transfiguration Kneel before the Blessed Sacrament Christ is there and not invisible A moment and not more suffices But those who can bear this in patience Will have more comfort in His peace Sounds outside the sanctuary become as rumors As when on Tabor on that other day Three witnesses heard sheep and shepherds' voices Drowsy is the mountain in the August heat The rains are yet to come As shimmering the sun becomes the Son ????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????????????????????????????? September 18, 2015 1 TIMOTHY 6:16 The river will find Him The Light inexpressible, Phos oikon aprositon Light unapproachable There He can summon As it flows to His feet A river called Jordan Christ’s winding sheet In it was christened The Christ of our sorrows And from it the baptized His deathlessness borrows Immortal alone Whom no one has seen His blood to atone For all the unclean Our flesh He would bathe But still in that river The saved and unsaved Stand mingled together ????????????????????? Pavel ????????????????????? September 19, 2015 SAFETY NOW I rest here in this late September pond, Around me is some business, I am still, The fish and flies of which I have been fond Go sparse enough but I have got my fill Now I sleep and let the sun soak in To heal the cold of morning as I bask, Affix the energy of oxygen, I have no work but living is my task If there should be snakes too large to swallow Or snapping turtles make a pass at me, The space that I inhabit will be hollow, I have recharged my jumping batteries Sure enough I have no mind to worry And nothing to dispose of in my thoughts, But then my soul is never in a hurry And safety now is never to be caught ?????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????????? September 20, 2015Green FrogPhoto by Pavel ChichikovTWELVE TURKEYS Early morning, see them come, Twelve wild turkeys in the garden, Ten striped hens, two bearded toms Around the dawning after seven Often deer, and once a bear, The curious become the tame, The creatures do not seem to scare, The garden window is a frame This picture causes a release And in the mind a door unlocks For passage in and out of peace, Ten mottled hens, two turkey cocks ?????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????????????????? September 22, 2015 THE SPARK The Lord God said to me stand up! Work out what you will not complete: Gaze back into your open eyes Without a mirror—on your feet! Nor use a scientist’s device An optic of whatever kind, In this there is a metaphor: You may not see into your mind There I have preserved a flame Invisible, My life in you, By this alone you think and move And know a falsehood from the true Inside the soul there is a bright Ability, a burning spark Enduring as a pilot light Which if put out the soul goes dark ??????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????? September 23, 2015 THE COST OF RETURN She was my personal chauffeuse Chauffeured me through the darkened streets Familiar in a light diffused Where boulevards and bodies meet When I asked her for the charge She opened up her tariff book: The bill was thirteen years of life But more to have another look Do I have the price you ask? I wondered in my slow distress, A tour of what has been is quick But costly is it to regress ?????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????? September 24, 2015 WHO KNEELS WITH ME Who kneels with me when Christ is raised above As wine and wheat become the flowing blood And flesh, no one or spirits whom I love? May I kneel together with the dead In life and by receiving when I kneel Partake of that on which the soul is fed? Yes and that much more because the ring Of all the living and the dead surround The Sacrificed and to the table bring Their hymns of adoration never ceased Everywhere, in every time and tongue The living and the dead and all the priests When in one place particular the Host is shown, The world above the world and all beneath Adore together and are not alone ??????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????????? September 25, 2015 THE TEMPTATION OF SAINT ANTHONY The demons nagged and whined and pinched his skin A man like you is wasted in a wasteland, So capable, enduring and so clever A fool, a freak, an emperor of sand Constantine admires you we know He sends you greetings, answer with a letter, Consider leaving this outrageous cave So that the emperor can know you better Favor him with wisdom and advice, Your holiness will be for his improvement, Responsibilities will make you great An anchoritic life is an entombment Weaving mats of palm leaves is for dolts, He’ll give you gifts and then you’ll get a summons, Don’t be shy, your talents should be used, Enrich the world, be famous, said the demons We’d offer you a concubine or two But that would be pathetic, we can see, The Emperor will treasure your opinions, Your hopes for him, your pure humility ???????????????????????????????? Pavel ???????????????????????????????? September 26, 2015 SOME OF US COULD SEE Keep your cell, said Prior, all you need is there But we were bored and restless and that was our affair, We poured out through the gateway to find a tempting weed With black and purple berries on which we monks could feed We picked the stem and flower, the black and purple fruit The part that seemed a tuber but was a fibrous root, Then most of us were deathly and soon could not respire Who wished that we were back again in chapel and in choir When we looked around us the priory had vanished, Although they had been poisoned the sick ones still were famished, They could not stop their feeding although it was their death, Some of us were sore at heart and could not catch our breath We wished we had our meals again, our pulses and our gruel But who had pressed us to rebel and taken us for fools? One accused the other and each began to tell How he had urged his brothers to stay inside their cells A demon sat beside us and laughed till he turned black, I’ll give you fools an antidote if you confirm a pact, Serve me for a century and I will cure you all, The world will be your narrow cell, the sky will be a wall My thoughts will be your priory and I will be the prior, Eat in my refectory, the dishes will be fire, Some of us agreed to this but some would not accede: Whose diet was the Bread of Life should not on fire feed Although the sky surrounds us as if it were a prison And narrow is the passageway that leads the soul to heaven We will not feed on fire in your refectory, And soon the priory was there as some of us could see ??????????????????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ??????????????????????????????????????????????????? September 26, 2015PokeweedPhoto by Pavel ChichikovWILD GRAPES The vine of Christ becomes the Precious Blood A sovereign that heals the wounds of sin, But if the stock should sicken in the wood What power to be His, decayed within? What vintage can be Christ if it be wasted By lewd degeneration of the vine, The Blood of Sacrifice would go untasted Ruined by the bitterness of wine Let the vintner find another graft Not the tame but growing far afield, A vine that hugs the edges of a path, The fruit is small but sweet enough to yield Love will grow the grape that will suffice To bring the soul by grace to Paradise ?????????????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????????????? September 27, 2015 Wild GrapePhoto by Pavel ChichikovTHE CAVERN “But all this has come to pass that the writings of the prophets may be fulfilled.Then all the disciples left him and fled.”—Matthew 26:56 In terror of what power can inflict And of the traitor by whom they were tricked Who might inform on them and turn them in, THE FRANTIC HORSES OF THE NIGHT We murder our own children But are not hares which reabsorb their young, A child that’s never to be born Or taste the wind of early morning Love that never will be taken Never to be born to give, What have we done That happiness to be will never live? We are a stingy mercenary brood That bets on love as if it were a race Between the frantic horses of the night That win, or show or place ?????????????????????????????? Pavel ?????????????????????????????? September 29, 2015 LOVERS, REVISITEDA small green meadow floating on waterDragonfly wings that feather their oars,Harlequin props that wave—there are four—The delicate lashes of green-eyed summerA yelp from a frog—it breaks through the skinOf the alga-light-green covering—Chestnut craters vanish as soonAs algae float in and heal the woundsBent reeds bow at the famished fishWho nibble the bottom of this green dish—Mosquito larvae, goggled-eyed impsBubble their microscopic lipsGreen-eyed summer leans against fallWhich loves but ends this green pastoral ................
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