Hesychast
a stream-of-consciousness poem
Forty days
in the wilderness.
In the wilderness
for forty years.
.
Vows and promises.
Promises and vows.
So will I sing praise unto Thy name forever,
that I may daily perform my vows.
.
The wilderness and the solitary place
shall be glad for them; and
the desert shall rejoice,
and blossom as the rose.
.
Bells and semantrons.
Semantrons and mallets.
Let my prayer arise
in Thy sight as incense.
.
Oil lamps and candles
“Light the lampadas," again.
Pray and make your vows
to the Lord, our God.
.
Sinai. Judea.
Athos. Valaam.
Pray and make your vows
to the Lord, our God.
.
Fingers thumbing rope,
in the wilderness
and the solitary place.
Let my prayer arise.
.
Lord, Jesus Christ,
Son of God,
have mercy on me
a sinner.
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Randy Baker
Poet, author, essayist.
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Comments (3)
A unique take on the prompt and a great entry.
I love this poem so much! So well-written and strong.
So much self distaste here