A Place for Serenity (Poetry by Bob Racine)

To close out this present year of 2014 and welcome in the New, I have chosen to pen some words that speak of what we all crave in this present age, with its proneness to the chaotic, the violent, the cruel, even the barbaric in some quarters.  In a world that is super busy, tense, edgy, driven, and often feverish, serenity waits to be found.  And sometimes it is found where one least expects.  I wish all of you a coming twelve months of rich and rewarding exploration in your search for it.

Some construe God as a rousing fire, troubling the impenitent,

frightening the cold, callous heart, melting stiff bones.

Restless, they crave a blasting wind to catch them up and

hurl them into fiery confrontations.

Fire will come, but 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.

Fire?  Fire!!!

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.