Poem: God Utters Me Like a Word*

 

God creates order
out of chaos
with an utterance

God sustains life
out of nothingness
with a breath

God loves us
into true being
with  incarnation

God transforms belonging together
into authentic neighborly community
with radical acceptance   

Creator God
sustainer God
beloved of God
grace of God

God, may we awaken to
your utterance, breath, incarnation, grace
in our most true being and belonging together
here and now

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
May 2019

  • Thomas Merton quote: “God utters me like a word containing a partial thought of himself. A word will never be able to comprehend a voice that utters it. But if I am true to the concept God utters in me, if I am true to the thought in Him I was meant to embody, I shall be full of His actuality and find him everywhere in myself and find myself nowhere. I shall be lost in Him.” 
Photo, God Utters Me Like a Word, Draper Coastal Dune Lake, FL by Cathey Stone

Poem: When I Call You Friend

Friend is an important word
In my lexicon
Friend is imbued with the qualities
Of truth and authenticity and trust

Friends share their truth and healing
Friends are given, not chosen
Friends give value to our survival
Friends are forever no matter the gap

When I call you friend
It is unconditionally
When I call you friend
We are empathically available

Calling one another friend
Relating as friends
Belonging in communities as friends
Walking one another home as friends

Friend is an important word to me
One of gravitas and gratefulness
One filled with life and love
Dearest friends I call to you

Herb Stone ©
here&now working poetry
May, 2019


Photo, Friends Soaking Feet in Draper Coastal Dune Lake, with Cathey, by Herb Stone

Poem: Bumble Bee in the Foxgloves

Big busy buzzing bumble bee
in the high foxgloves
industriously visiting every bloom

Busily collecting pollen on your
big round hairy body and legs
with proboscis sucking nectar

Such a sight to behold
but stay out of my ear
which is no flower bloom

Yes, your buzz is delightful
and your touch is light
and my ear is full of pollen

Go big busy bumble bee buzzing about
back to you blooms and colony
so I may finish my gardening tasks  

Herb Stone ©
here&now working poetry
May 2019

Poem: Yea, Though I Walk Through the Valley of the Shadow of Death *

As the Monk at the Abbey of Gethsemane
Once wisely taught us Beloveds
One can be a believer in the historical Jesus
And an Imperialist every moment of their lives **

Believers are doers of checklist religion:
Believe in the historical figure of Jesus….check
Sit in your pew in your church every Sunday….check
Tithe according to the Give Generously committee….check
Serve the poor you oppress….check
Worship God from afar….check

There is a world of difference in believers and followers
In checking off and checking in as a bearer
In observing from the crowd and carrying your own cross
In doing as believers and being as follower disciples

Followers are authentic disciples faithfully carrying their cross
Being followers in the footsteps of The Way of Jesus
Being confessors and repenters of Costly Grace ***
Being humble, merciful, and just as required by God ****
Being transforming and reconciling in authentic community
Dying unto themselves and resurrecting in Eternal Life

God do not allow me to watch from the accusing crowd another moment
A lost and wandering ghost of this world
Make in a Spirit, not a ghost
Wake, waking, woke

Herb Stone ©
here&now working poetry
May 2019

* Psalm 23:4
** Thomas Merton quote
*** Dietrich Bonhoeffer “The Cost of Discipleship”
**** Micah 6:8

Photo by Herb Stone, Shadow

Some of my favorite bird photos! Photography and poetry go hand in hand for me.

Owl at Seven Mile Creek, Nashville
Owl at Seven Mile Creek, Nashville
Egret, Seagull, Heron at Draper Lake, FL
Heron with Fish at Clement Taylor Park, Destin, FL
Pelican at Gulfview Heights Beach, FL
Prothonotary Warbler at Radnor Lake Wildlife Area, Nashville
Osprey at Draper Lake, FL
White Egret at Draper Lake, FL
Turkey in My Back Yard, Nashville
Raven at Centennial Park, Nashville





	

Poem: Being Spotted by the Great Owl

Walking down the forest trail
suddenly sensing looming presence
sitting high above our heads

Silent sentinel perched
like a dark knight
high in the garette

The great owl stoic
phantom creatures’ eyes zeroed in
we are non-pulsed

Taking flight
swooping down low
without a sound

Then lifting on great wings
landing high up the tree
patiently scouring for smaller prey

In the dense forest
this owl’s domain
what omen is this

One with the Gaia earth
spirit animal of peoples
enchanted meeting this day

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
May 2019

Video by Herb Stone, The owl on Roger’s Walk Trail near Seven Mile Creek








Poem: Her Long Time Companions Death Bed

She had been watching the miniscule
Rise and fall of his clavicle for hours
And when it stilled long, she knew life had left him

She who had solitarily cared for them all
During her lifetime in this one lone place
With good grace for each of them

He who had left her once long ago
Now bedridden after a slow decline
Surrounded by earthly presences

On this night lying under the Milky Way
Smelling the nearby sea
Only sound the Earth’s moan

She with a light kiss and a goodbye soft and low
He bound for some Cosmic Home
The souls of ancestors all aglow

Oh, when death comes to our doorstep
May it be as natural as caring and goodbye
And as fulfilling as a knowing kiss forever

This poem is inspired by my reading of Annie Dillard’s
novel “Maytree”

Herb Stone ©
here&now working poetry
May 2019



A Poem: Welcome Home Here and Now

When you are outsiders like us
At the margins of the center
The search for true friends
And finding our niche is a challenge

The numbers are against us
Fewer folks more far afield
Often in excilic places
Off the beaten path we go

Often stumbling upon one another
In the dark, we know instantly
This is a soulmate who will never say to me
“Well words are tricky,” or “explain yourself”

No, no, no, meaning between true friends
Is quickly recognized as shared truth
We speak the same language of freedom
Without platitudes and  cultural biases

We want nothing more than to
Belong in being our most true selves
In authentic communities together
Trough radical grace, radical love, radical hope

Rumi said “Out beyond the ideas of
Wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field.
I’ll meet you there,” where our souls
Can lie in the tall grass, all together as One

Friends, it is  challenging
We are grateful to find one another
Let us share the responsibilities  of authentic being
Together, walking each other home

Herb Stone ©
here&now working poetry
May 2019