With The Face (Laura Riding Jackson Poem)
With the face goes a mirror As with the mind a world. Likeness tells the doubting eye That strangeness is ...
With the face goes a mirror As with the mind a world. Likeness tells the doubting eye That strangeness is ...
After Joseph Roth Parce que c'était lui; parce que c'était moi. Montaigne, De L'amitië The dream's forfeit was a night ...
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
We must proclaim Jesus the Lamb of God the one foretold ancient, eternal prophesied in scripture proclaimed in the wilderness ...
Two whom were foretold these two cousins each preparing the way coming together in the water The one in the ...
Feeling Christ in the water the weight of him in my arms in lifting my savior from the Jordan setting ...
There in their presence Christ answering the charge boldly proclaiming his identity fulfilling all prophecy the Messiah in their midst ...
Trying to land, to go from one spot to another seeking to join from point to point when baby steps ...
How unlike each other their reactions to the teachings, the healings, the ministry the true identity of Jesus The priest ...
Christ standing before them in the middle of the night the Passover fading his prayers in the garden not in ...
For fear, and the love of power the lamb led to the slaughter the judgment upon his head in the ...
Those in the room that night the priests, the leaders, the elders those charged to know and teach the law ...
The judgment of the righteous there in Caiaphas' house a wonder to think about he was merely teaching what they ...
Just as in the time of Moses a voice out of the cloud speaking to the leaders reordering the world ...
The man they had followed all through Galilee the one who shared their means who preached and healed the sick ...
Before the people this community these neighbors within the congregation sharing the truth about his call Shock and condemnation denial ...
Changing the labels how I see myself a new creation, a new thing turning toward Christ dropping the old holding ...
Like no other priest, no other king Christ walking, with us on the earth ancient, immortal, in heaven he reigns ...
Before the others naming the Christ heralding his identity the truth of who he was within the community This truth, ...
By his acts, his ministry proof of his identity the truth of his coming not in claiming the mantle crown ...
Among the select standing on the mountain beside the Christ, in shimmering white, as the cloud descended over us A ...
His blessing, his act of sacrifice revealed his identity to the shocked disciples they who had walked the road to ...
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken ...
Truth -- is as old as God -- His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity ...
That sacred Closet when you sweep -- Entitled "Memory" -- Select a reverential Broom -- And do it silently. 'Twill ...
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity -- How mighty ...
As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured -- As One rewalks ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I'll ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
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