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Showing posts with label love mysterious. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love mysterious. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 15, 2008


Falling in Love Again: Poem about God
by Peter Menkin


I fell in love with you
when I had a chance
in my soberness, in my faith, in my heart,
and I wondered if this love would go?

God as man,
God as spirit,
God as Father --all--
I fell in love with you again,

this day, and I reminded myself
you will not go, and thank you
for your willingness to love
one such as me.








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Saturday, January 19, 2008


Unfolding in the Silence & Sound

by Peter Menkin


Inside the church there is a fire

burning in hearts, a seduction

that opens us to heaven. This is Spirit.


We respond to find Him.
Nothing

but music, voices raised

in hymn--sublime.


Can anything separate us

from the firm foundation?


Christ Jesus.


Heavenly voices sent a sound,

today the songs sang again,

among mortals taking refuge

in eternity Rock of Ages.


Set like a seal on the heart,

endeavor, be healed,

stand upheld--are among

many words

uplifted.


Church is a place of memories

and the living day.

The I Am of the minutes engage

a love strong as Death: unquenchable.



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Monday, May 14, 2007


Desire for God: a Poem with Passion


I attended a Bible study at an acquaintance's home, and there were about six of us there. I learned people come to Christ many ways. This seems a cliche, but my eyes were opened to the sincerity of my new friends. I found others who had a like mind in their desire for God. In this poem I write as a mainstream Christian of my passion. Call this need and desire.


Grace, Affection...

by Peter Menkin


This yearning need, by grace is affection
treasured, acceptance satisfying.
I am a man of faults.
You enlarge my heart by presence,
moving me to accept the other.

The other. You Almighty are other.
Each day prayers are offered, and study goes on:
reading books on spiritual matters.

It is the prayer that helps, mostly.
The books instruct, in so many ways.
The connection is living the life in the Way.

Struggle sometimes to be friend to neighbor;
love brings me strength and a wisdom,
offering a perfection. You are love,
known. I lift up my heart to You.

I open my heart to you. I wait.
Silence. You are love, unknown.
Now I must hush. I must hush.









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Saturday, May 05, 2007


About a relationship with God


Here is an older poem, revised recently. It is about the morning. A friend recently asked, "How is your morning going?" Her question is a good one, and it started me thinking that there are many parts to my morning. I like to think it is mostly like the poem. Mostly, it is. In each of the seasons I have the company of God. This is comforting. "...(I)t is all too easy to concentrate on the human struggle..., and forget the primary role of God in all of this. What is more, all the way with God is with God," writes Terrence G. Kardong in "Benedict's Rule: A Translation and Commentary."
I have quoted the monk Kardong with a hand to address the relationship with God within the spirit of "with God's protection" from RB 73: That the Whole Fulfillment of Justice is not Laid Down in this Rule. Though my practice can be ascetical, to a small extent, his quotation is meant to address the larger practices. I think it fits, nonetheless.



Early morning (2000) (revise)...
Peter Menkin


Startling reminder, ray point of light (star):

come winter daytime,

bring early morning to awaken anew before

dawn, with life to arise.


Stretch pearl luster

and harken with children,

young parents, neighbors,

and babies unborn asleep,

resting in the womb

to come forth beginning.


The new day has intentions.

You Holy Spirit stir me,

health and hopefulness restore.











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Wednesday, January 31, 2007


A Prayer like a Poem, or a Poem like a Prayer...


If you have religious inclinations, you may agree with me that in the Christian faith we wait on God. We wait on Christ in the mystery of the unknowing that many people of faith experience. I have had to remind myself, many time, to wait on the Lord. I have had to remind myself that not having answers is part of the reality of faith. I have had to remind myself that "my ways are not your ways," so says the Lord. I hope you like this poem about waiting on the Lord.


Waiting on the Lord
By Peter Menkin

The earnest prayer
I offer is to receive
The mysterious, majesty
Of God in a quiet
Way of silence.

To wait on the Lord,
This special time,
A set aside for me
And my soul to know
You are.









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Friday, September 15, 2006


God's presence is known to man, in quiet ways...a poem...

This is another of my poems written a few years ago, revised. It talks of that quiet voice of God. A voice we know.



Love mysterious ours...
by Peter Menkin

I read
the books of the Prophets,
Isaiah the most recent: searching
with him the presence
and love God
in faithfulness offers generation
by generation.
The reason to know,

He seeks and searches
the heart
of men and women, whom
His everlasting
love comes to in self giving;
a grace
unearned changing me and all of us
in a cosmos of ways of calming
comfort
love mysterious ours.







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Thursday, August 03, 2006


Everyday I seek the Lord, and here is another in that line of poems...

I desire to see good days
by Peter Menkin - Jun 1, 2002

The sunlight, the hallowed
eventof everyday living.
Reminder of Christ
around us,
before us, above us, below us.

Peace, I seek the Lord's love.
Set out on this
to see Him
who calls.


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This time, for this entry, I chose to lead with the poem. Originally, the poem was posted on The Atlantic Monthly Writer's Workshop site on the internet. It was a summer poem, but it seems to have stood the seasons and so here it is in Winter. One of my simpler poems, this one has not been added to my new website, http://www.petermenkin.com/ which I hope to have up by the end of March. There is a place holder there now, so no harm in mentioning it at this now.

The Atlantic Monthly Writer's Workshop was at that time a very lively and interesting forum for poets and writers, and I was happy to be on the site with my work -- beginner that I was in the poetry writing endeavor. I haven't made many changes to this poem, just a few following the suggestions of the people who commented on it at that time in 2002.

Poem of praise of Prophets...

For some years I have worked at reading The Bible, which means the Old Testament. To aid me in my Bible reading, I've sought out means to hear the Bible read aloud--on tape. Usually, I listen to these tapes in the car. I have a Dove Audio reading of The New Testament (complete), with no music, by Gregory Peck. As you could expect, this is a distinctive recording, and his voice is wonderful (so strong and elegant).

Every word seems understandable. Though this isn't the Bible, per se, I also have a recording, again done by Dove Audio, of Michael York reading the complete text of the Psalms. No music, which is how I like it. This is a more hard to get series of tapes, and searches for another copy have come up unsuccessful. I understand Dove Audio was sold. Too bad.

I started out this exercise of hearing The Bible with a CD set offering excerpts of the Old Testament. The title reads, "Laurence Olivier in a Dramatic Performance Of The Bible, Readings from The Old Testament With Music From The Holy Land. It is enough to take ones breath away. The six disc set comes with a booklet, offering the text to read along when listening. By FCM Productions, London, I haven't the website so can't offer the link here. The recordings were produced by Douglas Fairbanks, Jr. It is a thrilling production.

The second set of readings, the complete Bible (New and Old Testament) was the standard and popular Alexander Scourby reading. Done straight; no music. This recording includes the Psalms (of course), and I recommend it highly because it is hard to come by a collection of the books of The Old Testament read aloud in their completeness. I finally did find another offering, and like the others this is also The King James Version. Here are the stars who read: Edward Herrmann, Stephanie Beacham, Juliet Mills, Theodore Bikel, Roger Rees, Roscoe Lee Browne, John Rubinstein, Christopher Cazenove, David Warner, Stephen Collins, Alfre Woodard, Julie Harris, Michael York. This is a more interpretative reading, the in the dramatic sense, than Alexander Scourby's. Remember, straightforward though interpretative, Scourby's reading is less a performance than the one just mentioned, and includes the New Testament. The box says these audio tapes are "unabridged" and I think they are that. The title is "The Bible: Old Testament, King James Version", and it is by Dove Audio consisting of 52 cassettes. New Star Media distributes the set out of Los Angeles, California (USA).

I have been rereading Isaiah with a friend, who is about 85 and in a rest home. This is her first time through Isaiah and I tell you this both as a segue to my poem about reading Isaiah and the Prophets (a praise), and to say I have been influenced in my own readings in Church as a Lector by the recordings that I have heard. This poem was written in 2001, though not as old as the other poems posted so far, I wanted to share it as a statement indicating my love of the text of The Bible, and my efforts to continue to read Isaiah, whom I like so much. I won't say his is my favorite, for I have not settled on a favorite Prophet. The poem:


Prophets, Gospels: comfort, love mysterious ours...(2001)
by Peter Menkin -- Dec 23, 2005

I read
the books of the Prophets,
Isaiah the most recent: searching
with him the presence
and love God
in faithfulness offers generation
by generation.

The reason to know,
He seeks and searchesthe hearts
of men and women, whom
His everlasting
love comes to in self giving;
a grace

unearned changing me and all of us
in a cosmos of ways of calming
comfort
love mysterious ours.
Isaiah
you speak to us ever again,
prophet,
man of God, may I come
to know you and the others who

enrich the Gospels,
lifegiving word
that is the wisdom of time,
and beyond. Be with me transforming
and fertile
manifestation of man and God.
Center, eternal moments
granted the living.