His Magnum Opus

His Magnum Opus

 (For Dawn)

My lovely wife, my spine and central core:
Two minds conformed sit reciting day
By day—a ceaseless piece, preparing for
The time when bodies split and cannot play.

A song so sweet, we lovers cannot stop,
Nor bear, we fear, one player leaves the set.
Our days are gifts, which we determine not,
And each is given death’s certificate.

We etch our magnum opus from the heart:
This masterpiece, the Maestro knows its form,
For Love Divine arranges every part,
And His sonata plays throughout life’s storm.

Once gone from earth, may songs in which we play
Make angels weep and God appreciate.

DB Lindsey Jr
© Copyright 26 January 2012

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The Sweetest Song

The Sweetest Song
 
 (For Dawn)
 
My lovely wife, my spine and central core,
Two minds conformed, sit reciting day
By day—a ceaseless piece preparing for:
The time when bodies split and cannot play.

A song so sweet, we lovers cannot stop,
Nor bear, we fear, one player leave the set.
Our days are gifts, which we determine not,
And each is given death’s certificate.

We etch our magnum opus from the heart,
This masterpiece, the Maestro knows, performs
For Love Divine, who knew it from the start:
A fine sonata plays throughout life's storms.

Once gone from earth, may songs in which we play
Make angels weep and God appreciate.

DB Lindsey Jr
© 26 November 2011

Black Friday

Black Friday

“When Black Friday comes  / I’m gonna dig myself a hole / Gonna lay down in it ’til / I satisfy my soul”—Steely Dan

With pockets gilded gold you hit the store
to seek the steals and deals which spike
adrenalin—the crazy high; what’s more,
you’re making dreams come true, baby, despite

the parking jams and people squishing in,
frenzied shoppers bent on scoring big.
You’re not aware you sport an evil grin,
nor that you’re not yourself: you’re now a pig.

You squeal each time you see a sale; one eye,
it twitches whilst you flounder through rubbish,
the shelves—the filth!—before you question why.
You dash outside and scream, “My Christmas wish!”

You kneel, see sky, shed tears, bow head and pray:
“The stars proclaim, my God!—the Savior’s Day!  

 

Femina Agricolae

Femina Agricolae

(FOR DAWN LINDSEY)

“Hope sustains the farmer.”—Latin proverb

Okra leaves shiver, droplets shake and slice
Dawn’s light, and swelling clouds explode and rise.
A garden ghost, a red tail deer, blinks twice,
Takes flight, and lights beside his favored prize.

Daylight will drive the stag to woods and shade.
Australian shepherd snorts; hare darts for shrub,
And knocks Fiachre up against the spade:
His broken stature splays across the mud.

Femina picks the shards from earth beneath
The plants, when then she sees the truth:
Fiachre’s body hangs below a wreath
of Litchi thorn like Christ, the sweetest fruit!

She then retrieves the broken One and sees:
With eyes shut tight, she falls upon her knees.

DB Lindsey JR
@ 11 August 2011

Lazarus’ Rumination

So they gave a dinner for him there. Martha served, and Lazarus was one of those reclining with him at table. Mary therefore took a pound of expensive ointment made from pure nard, and anointed the feet of Jesus and wiped his feet with her hair.—John 12:2,3

We sing with joy my life anew with psalms,
With harp and lyre, with wine and simple fare.
The scent of nard intoxicates, embalms,
As Mary smears perfume upon her hair.
Then Shiloh settles, breathes a heavy sigh—
The breath which rules all things alive and dead.
Two types of life He gives before we die:
The faithful fear His might but never dread;
But hearts of stone and doom all fear demise.
So Judas counts pure nard his spoil to cheat,
To feed the poor, but Christ reveals all lies,
The least of which, the kiss of death’s deceit.
Henceforth, He alters lawful covenant;
Implants new limbs and saves Israel’s remnant.

— D. B. Lindsey

© 15 June 2011

And he came up to Jesus at once and said, “Greetings, Rabbi!” And he kissed him.—Matthew 26:49