This God, the Ground of Being...
by Peter Menkin

When reading the prayer of a man long gone, from a book,
one joins across many years
the imagination and dreams, many hopes of a man
and entreats God, the Christ,
in the same way and words

so they become ones own. This is a short experience
to be remembered.
Some people want to be with Christ, his spirit, all the day
and long through the day, which lasts for such a while
they speak to the Lord and offer their innermost thoughts,

small details. We can be so intimate with this God, who cares
about human beings.
Merciful and faithful is this God, the Triune everlasting

wonderous, generous one of unknown being, yet ground of being,
that is the essence of ourselves and the basic thing us
within. A reality that is the great reality. Tell of Him, this source
and maker of the world and all that is in it. Reflection of Him,

this God, Son, Holy Spirit.
Does this story remind you,
reader, of the possibilities you have tasted,
that you know and can say is part of the wisdom that is experience.
The joy that comes, we can see. See what is unseeable.

Poem for Christmas, a wonderful Holiday...

If I could format this poem another way on this site, I would do so. I've been told it is difficult to read with the sentence fragments, and the punctuation. I've tried to help it along. You may know, my father was a radio and television writer. He wrote dialogue, and camera shots, and all kinds of things. In all he wrote, I think he wrote fragments at least 90 percent of the time. So for me it has been catching, or inherited, to write fragments. I think you will find the poem readable. Let me know if you like it. Merry Christmas to all.

Winter Light Brightens the Path
By Peter Menkin


On Day Ten Winter sunlight

brightens the path.

Seek peace in knowledge.

He is with us, midmorning light.

The pilgrim witness to Yes.

Creation-beauty, You in Godhead

are indivisible Triune starry night before.

Soothing friendly good earth.

Perfect man, perfect God walk with us.

Reminder, ever the sound of love: gift.

Twelve days, festival time of sacred: holiday.

This is the way, where He is with us.

The days.

Day ten midmorning walk revealing the white light.

Angels witness to Yes.