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The Alchemist's Jar
by
James J. Roberts
What exquisite mysteries
make us who we are?
What energies of life,
what fragments of what
stars?
What birthed the breeze of secrets
that
blew here from afar
to cross our lives with
others
in this Alchemist’s jar?
What wove this world to weep in
that
could have been much more,
a place to play
and leap in
and Love in -- evermore?
What exquisite mysteries
make us who we
are?
What birthed the breeze of secrets
that blew here from afar?
What wove this world to weep in
that
could have been much more?
Hall of Mirrors
by
James J. Roberts
In the eye of an Atom
hides the mystery
of the Soul.
In the mystery of the Soul
hides the birth of a Child.
In the birth of a
Child
hides a Vision of God.
In a Vision
of God
are the Keys to the Universe.
In the Keys to the Universe
are the eyes
of a Child.
In the eyes of that Child
are
visions of Atoms.
In visions of Atoms
is the stuff of Stars.
In the stuff of Stars
is the Eye of God.
In the eye of God
is
the Hall of Mirrors.
In the Hall of Mirrors
is all that Is.
In all that Is
is all that Was.
In all that Was
is
all there'll Be.
And in all there'll Be
...and Is...
...and Was...
IS the great "I Am"
the "All of All"
...and,
yet, this ALL is seen
in the eye of an Atom
by the
eye of a Child
wandering the eye of God
in endless Halls of Mirrors.
Theology 101
by
James J. Roberts
Religion's
one thing
God's
another
and
they are not
sister-brother:
One
is
one thing,
but not
the Other.
Post-Thanksgiving
Prayer
(After Viewing Christmas Shoppers Fighting)
by
James J. Roberts
If God were looking
S/He'd wipe-out man
and start again
with pachyderms
instead of men,
for
pachyderms don't
often opt
to shop and shop
until they
drop
nor do they need
so many cops
to
stop their raging
and engaging
in such mayhem
over the
birth
of the Holy Him.
but,
thank the
Lord, the Lord's not looking,
for, if He were,
we'd all be cookin'
in a place of
great disgrace:
an oven full - of human race
thus
we thank You, Almighty Lord,
here and everywhere
adored,
for not looking - and not cooking
this Thanksgiving's
shopping horde.
AMEN..
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The 11th Word
"What-ifs"
are not,
(you think)
"What is-es"
but, in Truth,
all conceivable
could-bes
-- ARE --
...and not as
-- "IFs" --
but
"ISes"!
∞
No minute,
NO UNGODLY HOUR,
not a single
TICK
OR TOCK
of a single clock
PLAGUE ALL OF HEAVEN'S
HALLS,
where every second's
ITS OWN FOREVER
each an eternal
ALWAYS IS.
The 11th Understanding
We die before we're born,
LIVE TOMORROW
YESTERDAY,
and are not what
WE SAY WE ARE,
nor what we seem to be
(or
may believe)
BUT INFINITELY
MORE
than sight can see
or
mind perceive.
The Only Poetic Commandment
LOVE.
Love.
LOVE!
(Mr. Roberts, a
member of the League of American Poets, is published in
numerous print and electronic publications and is a
frequent radio and television guest. His poetry
also will appear in the soon to be released,
"Treasury of American Poetry - III", ISBN:
0-9743429-8-X.)
The author may be reached by
agents or readers at:
Write to James J, Roberts
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