Life Unfolded

Life Unfolded
Beauty I hold
A child
Behold!

I too
A child
Once held
In arms was told
To gather hope, to love to wonder, to unfold
Into bright sun-flamed delight.

One day
I met you,
You who hold
Eternity in the twinkling
And the sun and all delight in your hand.

You
A child
Held in arms
Gathering hope,
Unfolding a time
For majesty, found in poverty
For power, found in meekness
For forgiveness, found in the friendship of a peace prince

There
Held
I found a friend in a reigning King,
Wonder, love
In a hero to behold.
Hope gathered
Life unfolded.

By Jonathan McCallum

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Dance Within

I cannot
sing,
so to syllables I go.
scattering sounds,
sketching something from a landscape within.
to reach
to be drenched
in fields, brooks, flowing clear among green
waterfalls of ice to liquid snow, flowing off mountain cliffs.

life wonderfully bright,
often
(more than I admit)
cold at night
yet there is star mixed with lunar light.

I hear within while I’m without,
in nature alone:

Be among the
simple things
natural things
dance within the breeze,
move among the sea,
sway beneath the forest canopy,
run under the bright cloud and warming sun.

so I move
almost dance

life is richer
when I allow myself
to become momentarily
poorer,
lavishly spending
fuller, more pleasurable moments
together.


By Jonathan McCallum

Riding on Wings

Invisible currents flow over steel, pulling us skyward,

The metal bird swiftly passes through rain storm clouds.

Departing the patchworked fields of an Indiana spring,

Loved ones farewelled,

Eyes gaze expectantly toward distant shore.

A heaven-blown wind flows uplifting, outstretched arms turned wings,

Spirit sets in, lifting powerfully through the night, giving rest in an eternal dawn.

Departing forever a winter of the soul,

Farewelling square wooden boxes,

Our gaze is fixed on the Land to come.

time to go to sea

Sandside I slump, on shelled shore, sun screened and sipping soda, unaware of rising tide.
The waves lap my feet, childish, childlike.
I settle into my shallow rock pool.
It’s pretty. Controlled. Tepid. You could say lukewarm.
Occasionally, mercifully, the tide refreshes it
And that unforgetting love spills in, flooding my dry sand living.

I have been playing adult-like, fun-less,
Responsibly boring the world,
Offering religion, not new life living,
Forgetting I was made to be as simple as the waves.
Missing, simply, the fathomless sea.

Words ring in my ears, in my mouth: “Try harder,” “Read, pray, do…MORE.”
Words so unrefreshing, untouched by tidal tonic,
Stale on tired, heat-stroked ears.
But your one word stroke broke yoke-rules, found parched hearts,
Mine among them.

We study the sea,
Read books, endure lectures, schedule workshops,
Then, with dry feet, speak of how nice it would be
To swim.

The tide is turning, the sea calls me in.
There are some strokes to acquire—
Backstroking forwards,
Freestyle living,
Even butterfly,
Flying.
But surely the splash and splatter of learning is better than stagnant pools or stifling sand,
Sheltered from revitalizing thrill.

Time brings tide’s pull, I splash in, all I feel is new.
I dive, delve into your effervescence, afloat in you.
Stillness and movement mingle, a sweetness of life.
A soul-craved life.
That which clothed me, masked me, left onshore—
Religious duplicity, scanty love living, safety settling.
The tide is turning now. Will you take me to the deep?
The swirls along the rocks tell me that it is
Time to go to sea.

 

rain shine

sun warmth, wet sand, cold rocks.  life among the rolling waves, brightness of clouds, scatter of rain, scent of salt, coolness of sea.