Work of the People

I

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Courage Dear Heart,

Fear no wild worldly woe!

Before dazzling Cathedrals

Were catacombs,

Dark dreary—yet full of life!

Caverns of persecution

Martyrs and burials

Quiet and subdued

but beautiful in praise!

From them new birth–new life!

Now journey through electric caverns!

Dark and damp

Amid icy arrows and darkness death

Who can live this murky muck?

Or make order of these silicon bricks–

of sunken stone–uncobbled and unstacked?

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II

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Awake Beloved Church!

Even stones will stack and stare

Gifting block and glass as one.

Let windows’ light protrude!

Live on! Live on!

Wake dreary eyelids;

Pupils unfixed–

Drawn to Easter light.

Now carve and code

Your silicon stone,

Electric light!

Basilicas from caverns.

Life from burrows of death.

Yes! Time to carve and cast!

Time to let live light.

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III

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Children wander already

Lost in luxury, lust, listlessness.

Safari fools and explorers—now crippled!

Remember Saint Carlo Acutis

With internet might.

 

Unhallowed–beware him!

Unshacking freedom,

Casting his electric light!

Casting the light.

Let light of light shine,

Daystar brilliance

East rising glory!

Freedom!

Remember Mary housed Glory within

And ages produced lockstep scholasticades.

Davidic temples are born not built—

Splashed deep to rise.

To dance in depth and colored light.

Let the faithful now rise

With Solomon skill!

Laying down darksome wars.

Stones gathered

These poor cedars spent.

Were they given for idles?

Or given to praise God?

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IV

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Courage Dear Heart,

Build a Holy space

with their electric light!

A place for priest-prophet-kings,

For families–child and childlike–to pilgrimage.

For the generations–

Like the sand of the seashore

Singing old psalms and new songs.

Find those voiceless wandering hearts

Stumbling through light and dark delights,

Ambling about—un-housed sub-conscious.

Wake up! Look up! And to the mountain climb!

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V

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See un-entropic light,

Ten billion lives converging,

Storied Gospels sharing,

Stained glass window forming

Easter light from life to life.

Together

All eyes raised

Even those unstudied.

Naked to voice and letter and unspoken word.

 

Not wandering past canvas candlelit

Or shuffling pages blotched or stone scratched

Not some hazy truth unbid.

Let all delight in truth laid plain–

Re-sorted, uncobbled, enshrined.

Cataract eyes of lineal logic

Clear fog with sorted senses.

Ears ring clean in ecological literacy.

Tactile touch grounded and healed.

Faculties balanced

Habits healthy

To perceive Easter’s progress

And new work of the people

emerging.