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Scenes from Within

Moon of Secrets

Memories of the Kingdom

In the Church of Ordinary Miracles

Finding Religion in Sperryville

Theater of Shadow and Light

Sapphire Birth

Web of Infinity

Voices from a Choir of Stars

Traveler in the Unseen

Into the Silence

A Soft Ascent

Through a Sacred Forest

Innocent Questions

On the Bridge After a Storm

The Sound of Creation

Your Song in the Ivy

Universe Within

New Empire

Another Afterlife

Where the Wind Lives

A Council of Stars

Another Kind of Prayer

Indigo Fire

Last Inch of Flame

Blue Home

Sacred Crone

What the Deer Understands

Some Water Lilies I Used to Know

Gates of Orion

Requiem for Yesterday

In a Moment of Understanding

April Snow

Symphony in Sable

Justice Denied

Gossip

Graduation Day

Fire from a Distant Life

Follow the Birdsong

Frozen Retreat

Welcome Jack

Remembering Spring

A River's Chant

Shadows of December

Please Live

Unholy Love

A Silent Knowing

Morning Candle

A Multitude of One

Love is Now

Follow the Birdsong 2

Archibald

Night of the Broken Glass, Revisited

Someone Else's Paradise

Canvas of Gold (A Tribute to Poetry Sites)

On the Edge of a Dead World

A Very Late Apology

It Is You

When Two Hearts beat as One

THE WOLD LIKE THIS!

His Love will Sustain Us

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Visions Released

 

Memories of the Kingdom



More legends of the earth
were scooped out today,
more trees trampled
like disposable populations,
and I had nothing to say
about it, but I could
watch, the way we watch
stock footage
of battles.

How many times have I
come here to find
that untouchable something
that roams in the wilds
of nothing human,
here,
where all the ingredients
of deep living
are found:

the stony path I walked
like Saint Francis on his
pilgrimage,
but without the stigmata,
the penitence and shame . . .

And after a rain, the bleary swamp—
one black, pondering eye
for everything blue and green to
slide into, stare for a moment,
then flicker away.

Here my body was the body of air
and sifted dawn, red earth and
bark and leaves—
forests above forests, foaming
like fountains,
throwing down
green light and shadow light,
breathing light and spirit light . . .

so quiet,

as patient as we want God
to be.

And here were the neighborhoods
of my sisters and brothers,
both soft and fierce—
it was all here in the anthology
of what was, for a while,
a complete and ancient story.

The bulldozers, the backhoes,
the chainsaws and chatting men
have left for the day.

Love bleeds out on the clawed dust.

I want to crawl in the emptiness,
shrink in the dripping sun,
ask the sky
to take me like that cloud,
all broken and elsewhere,
the one that once
looked like a dove.

Patricia Joan Jones





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