Nicodemus

Raindrops quiver along
arms of budded limbs
risking a fall in spring’s
gentle breath

Pregnant bellies
bulge and fashion
each reflection into
a new truth

If I could step inside
an aqueous pouch
I’d see the world
with new eyes

Like being born once and
once again I’d see it slant,
find new meaning
expunge the old

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Author’s Note:

Powerful storm today. Rain. Hail. Tornados.  Emily Dickinson and the Gospel of John while waiting in the basement.

Ideas meld in such odd ways. Playing with this one. I will keep working.

Tell all the truth but tell it slant — (1263)
By Emily Dickinson / The Poetry Foundation

Tell all the truth but tell it slant –
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth’s superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind —

John 3 (NIV) / The Bible Gateway
Jesus Teaches Nicodemus

Now there was a Pharisee, a man named Nicodemus who was a member of the Jewish ruling council. He came to Jesus at night and said, “Rabbi, we know that you are a teacher who has come from God. For no one could perform the signs you are doing if God were not with him.”

Jesus replied, “Very truly I tell you, no one can see the kingdom of God unless they are born again.”

“How can someone be born when they are old?” Nicodemus asked. “Surely they cannot enter a second time into their mother’s womb to be born!”

Jesus answered, “Very truly I tell you, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless they are born of water and the Spirit. Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit. You should not be surprised at my saying, ‘You must be born again.’ The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.”

“How can this be?” Nicodemus asked.

10 “You are Israel’s teacher,” said Jesus, “and do you not understand these things? 11 Very truly I tell you, we speak of what we know, and we testify to what we have seen, but still you people do not accept our testimony. 12 I have spoken to you of earthly things and you do not believe; how then will you believe if I speak of heavenly things? 13 No one has ever gone into heaven except the one who came from heaven—the Son of Man. 14 Just as Moses lifted up the snake in the wilderness, so the Son of Man must be lifted up, 15 that everyone who believes may have eternal life in him.”

16 For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. 17 For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him. 18 Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because they have not believed in the name of God’s one and only Son. 19 This is the verdict: Light has come into the world, but people loved darkness instead of light because their deeds were evil.20 Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that their deeds will be exposed. 21 But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what they have done has been done in the sight of God.

 

 

You Told Me So

I hear my footsteps pad on the sidewalk long
before children trample their way to school.
In early morning air I am almost alone in this
suburban maze, silence not often found here.

Bremen’s claws, too long because his fear of me
too close, holding too tight, no room for escape, scuff
along the cement. His eyes catch the flight of a
neighbor rabbit unsure of his motives. He has none.

We walk in silence not changing anything in our
path. We breathe sweet air cleaned of daily
chores past, ready to embrace the new once again.

I long to know You, your smile, your breath. In these
early jaunts, I can almost feel your touch. I know You
are there, You told me so.

You are in the filling of my lungs, the fullness in my eyes.
You walk with me in sweet word, gentle prayer,
song waiting to be heard, a tug at the end of a leash.
You are there. You told me so.

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Author’s Note:

Good night.

The Same One Noticed

Did you notice the moon last night, not quite yet full?
I saw this not quite perfect orb as I retired from

the warmth of friends. I stood on the sidewalk looking
up at its radiance. I asked others, deep in conversation,

Do you see it? Don’t you see? There I distinguished
it’s brilliance, surrounded by voices chatting of the

drive home, laundry, tomorrow’s trials. As they spoke
I considered the gracious round, a welcome guise

of something bigger than ourselves. One doesn’t
need to save contemplation of such splendor for

times more appropriate. One needn’t wait to stand
on green growing grass in sweet scented meadows,

on high rocky peaks or near ocean’s waves. Grey
cracked sidewalks and shifting asphalt balance my

anatomy quite nicely. My city feet walk on potholed
blacktop as the ancients walked on their hallowed

ground under moon’s luminosity. I rise to the sky
widening my berth to inhale the gentle round’s

lambency. I scan the vast backdrop, take a
moment to behold. Did you catch it as you left?

The same celestial ball that he once witnessed
as he slipped into sleep, the same one noticed.

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Author’s Note:

As I was leaving class last evening, the almost full moon was high in the sky. It was magnificent. We were anxious to leave, but we acknowledged its presence.

In class we are studying the Gospel of John. That evening the word “see” was discussed. Uisng the book, Mystical Christianity by John A. Sanford, we explored different meanings “see” in context of the gospel and came to a deeper understanding of the Word.

The word “see” and many of its ways of explaining itself, and the moon gave me my inspiration.

Begin

I place this word on the milk white screen
to begin,
the “I”.  It is the beginning.

I am never sure where to begin.
Yet I know
that if I listen I will hear,

feel sound, ache with need to open my soul,
a flow,
water lapping gently at

the edge of a lake, licking stones smoothed
by time
and gentle caress. It is there.

The word that begins, the “I”,
if I let go,
still myself, step aside and loose my grip.

I watch word place itself on the
milk white screen,
emptying His tenderness from within me.

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Author’s Note:

John 1:1-8/The Message (MSG)

The Life-Light

1-2 The Word was first,
the Word present to God,
God present to the Word.
The Word was God,
in readiness for God from day one.

3-5 Everything was created through him;
nothing—not one thing!—
came into being without him.
What came into existence was Life,
and the Life was Light to live by.
The Life-Light blazed out of the darkness;
the darkness couldn’t put it out.

6-8 There once was a man, his name John, sent by God to point out the way to the Life-Light. He came to show everyone where to look, who to believe in. John was not himself the Light; he was there to show the way to the Light.