A Thursday Examen

A Thursday Examen

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Here, the light blows past my eyes
like breezes of sapphired memories
imploding into smallest beauties, personified.

* * *

Here, I escape Neptune’s icy breath
and settle in pillowed wonder
to gaze into the eyes of God.

* * *

Here, the small becomes greater
than the expanse of all
that seeks greatness above all.

* * *

Here, the silence sounds as one
the bells of never-ending music,
symphonic scenes of peaceful song.

* * *

Here, Heaven’s whispers are louder
than the screams of hell.
Among many voices, I hear but one.

* * *

Here, there live the deepest things,
their freshness, drained of dark and ill
point my seeking face toward Another.

* * *

Here, I’ve learned to stay and sing,
to sing the Day of days
when night, abandoned, disappears.

 

Robert Rife

My friends think me complicated. My employer thinks me talented but at times, troublesome. God, and my wife see me as I am - a philosopher-poet with a rather circuitous journey of life and faith, the music and worship minister at Yakima Covenant Church, a singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, poet and writer. I am a graduate from Spring Arbor University with an M.A. in Spiritual Formation and Leadership. These poems, and my life, are dedicated to those places where life, liturgy, theology and the arts intersect with and promote spiritual formation – who we are becoming. Join me on this journey to word-land. Maybe we'll find each other there and share a story or two.

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