CategoryPoetry

How Art Keeps You In Purgatory

Beauty has a way of transfixing our attention, and in some cases even transfiguring it. Art in its myriad forms can promise transcendence, as it beckons the viewer to the Beauty behind all beauty. In this sense it can be a rung on the ladder to the divine; sometimes a stark and shocking vision of glory that shakes off the encrustation of the mundane, and sometimes a subtle and persistent reminder...

Oh, To Be Awake!

Oh, the pains to come awake; to part from the fancies of dreams, and the pleasures of rest; only to climb out of evening’s darkness. Oh, the burn of the sun and its rays, Only first light, so dim compared to midday, yet still too bright for tired eyes, How I wish to stay and not look into the sky. The wakers claim the day, they speak of the purpose of their toil, but I don’t want to...

Poetry: In Patchwork Grey

I had started on this poem about a month ago. As I was driving to work it was one of those mornings where thick clouds still hung in the air after an early morning rain, and the interplay of light and dark within them from the sun beginning to peek through was pretty incredible. Once I had parked my car I jotted down the first line of this poem and have been trying to finish it on and off ever...

The Lightener of the Stars

This hymn comes from Carmina Gadelica and has been one of my favorite selections from that work. Some day I would even like to set it to music. Behold the Lightener of the stars On the crests of the clouds, And the choralists of the sky Lauding Him. Coming down with acclaim From the Father above, Harp and lyre of song Sounding to Him. Christ, Thou refuge of my love, Why should I not raise Thy...

Poiesis: Winter

A new poem in honor (and indictment) of cold and frosty Kansas nights. Winter whetted, cold as polished blade reflects the faintest gleam of light so locked in frost and bound in ice does languish here, this frozen night her well-worn gaze neath waning moon in vain to catch her lover’s eyes who on the morn in faithless guile does tarry late in mistress skies oh! to beat with winged joy upon...

The Sixth Day

the sixth day the earth is aroused from its sleep by uncounted feet upon its back as life discovers its form in numberless shapes and sizes the cooing and baying and roaring resonates the gift that fills each creature’s lungs if only to find a face the Almighty makes the clay into a king if only to feel the cool of evening God makes an image of flesh and of spirit, an earthen palace to make into...

The Fifth Day

the fifth day the untamed eternal wind began to sweep over the rocks and the grass as the giver of motion brought movement to our world potency gave way to form multiplicity stood victorious among our first friends who would not share our voice but would share our fate, some who would even bear our sins in this day is heard a new song, lifting its melody with the lights to give praise to the...

The Fourth Day

the fourth day the memory in the mind of the world will forever look with fondness upon the day when God taught the universe to sing- their voices carried upon the wild eternal wind to be burning images of the light the night was born under the borrowed rays of the moon in the cool of the sun’s slumber; the mimicry of God’s glory offered itself to warm the future home of deity, to give light to...

The Third Day

the third day dusty feet belie calloused care upon the firmness of rock, this blanket of a newborn earth now we will have a place to call our home, beneath the silent gaze of the eternal mountains the sea retreated with the tides today if only in anticipation of the moment when God would mingle with humanity the windows of time veil future’s beckoning, yet perceive when the Potter will become the...

The Second Day

the second day there was a day when the world was born that the sky fell down and its canopy stretched beyond the futilely grasping hands of sight the light danced for joy upon the limitless oceans of heaven to reach into the newborn womb of life chaos’ reign was overthrown as the waters that once engulfed all in darkness were now made anew in radiance, to quench the thirst of a world that would...

The First Day

Back when I was first out of college I would spend many of the cold Michigan winter nights writing songs and trying my hand at poetry. During one particularly snow-packed couple of days I had the opportunity to meditate on the creation story in Genesis 1, and decided to put it to verse. Now, I have no pretensions of being a poet, and none of mine really have meter or rhyme, so they are a lot more...

Jason Watson

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