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.

Notes from a Study House; Climate to Receive...a poem...

Every four days I post something on this blog, mostly a poem with notes. This poem is some five years old, hardly revised from the first writing. Sometimes it goes like that with poems. One workshop site I have offered poems on for criticism noted that a poet with five good poems in a lifetime has done well. I like to think this would be one of mine.

You can find this same poem on my website: www.petermenkin.com .


Notes from a Study House in March (2001)
By Peter Menkin

The vine,virginal place within
gateway to God
ultimate
Christ abiding.

The master speaks
of singing us forward
within the paradox of intimacy.
To come back
to mercy and pardon;
return

again like the prodigal son.
The progressive revelation
of theology: God loves us
in invitations
for a climate to receive
in trust.