A new religion

"Well, science is the theology of our time, and like the old theology it's a muddle of conflicting assertions. What gripes my gut is that it has such a miserable vocabulary and such a pallid pack of images to offer us - to the humble laity - for our edification and our faith. The old priest in his black robe gave us things that seemed to have concrete existence; you prayed to the Mother of God and somebody had given you and image that looked just right for the Mother of God. The new priest in his whitish lab-coat gives you nothing at all except a constantly changing vocabulary which he - because he usually doesn't know any Greek - can't pronounce, and you are expected to trust him implicitly because he knows what you are too dumb to comprehend. It's the most overweening, pompous priesthood mankind has ever endured in all its recorded history, and its lack of symbol and metaphor and its zeal for abstraction drive mankind to a barren land of starved imagination."

Reverend Simon Darcourt in "What's bred in the bone" by Robertson Davies.

by dreaming

by dreaming i will find my hours.
in the nearness of light's keep
will i find the want for no other
i will, i will
find no want for another.

these are my suppers -
by dreaming i will eat
no other water
will suffice.

emergence

cool kindred lap long hour
bring right yon fearsome blunder
cringe creep go shackled flounder
burn bright bough bent asunder

Minia

She runs wildly on the morning dew - see how she conspires with the wind! Who can tie her down now? Do you dare to burn the seed of fear in her fire? She has absconded with the Feathered Cloak; dragon slippers on her feet. She will be crying golden tears; caught on the wings of Odin's ravens.

Fall II

If I could write from my heart,
the words would fall like diamonds from my jeweled vanity
If I could write from my heart,
the words would fall from the sky like fresh laid eggs -
they would fall from the cool blue sky
and crack open to release their sunshine as they hit the brown autumn dust.
If I could write from my heart,
I would sing on my knees like a starling on the summer dew.