A Place for Serenity (Poetry by Bob Racine)

For some, God is a rousing fire, troubling the impenitent,

frightening the cold, callous heart, melting stiff bones.

For the restless, a blasting wind to catch them up and

hurl them into fiery confrontations.

Fire will come, but most likely from fools careless with the torch.

If God is a flame, little of the divine inferno has been let loose on me. 

And I hold myself none the worse for it. 

      

A thousand Pentecostal tongues may yet bedazzle. 

The cosmos, set to churning once more, could frighten and fascinate. 

Even so, my diminutive soul would yearn yet more

for the yeast of the Spirit, for garden fresh friendships and

the simple tapestries of the sacred place tucked away in the quiet cove.

Let me see the fire in my lover’s eye,

the dull made luminous on my children’s babbling tongues,

the crimson sparkle in the chalice, the tender fruit ablaze on the vine,

the throbbing stars flecked into the black canvas of the night sky.

And surely my feet know where to go to find the becalmed ocean

drinking down that consumptive sun at day’s end.

To read other entries in my blog, please consult its website:  enspiritus.blogspot.com.  To learn about me consult on the website the blog entry for August 9, 2013.

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