Metaphors for Divinity

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Metaphors for Divinity

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God is love

God is a spirit

God is a lion

God is a rock

The rock of our salvation

And the Bible tells us so

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Hard-Going

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Hard-Going

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The metaphors

Should be everywhere

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The land should be

Replete with them,

North and south

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Here is the quiet earth,

There the earth is passionate

With green,

The seasons are alive

Either with slumber or with

Breaking through

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Both are organic states,

Necessary,

And beautiful

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In the human world,

There should be holidays

And there are:

Hanukkah enjoys a full menorah,

Christmas is but days away

So all is anticipation,

And the colors of

Kwanzaa adorn

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Not to mention, anciently,

The solstice is tilting toward us

More and more;

There will be festivals

Set on stone

Or rather around them

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The planet

With or without our help

In counting

Shall split into seasons

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What is compelling?

I don’t know

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The virus,

The ugliness of politics

In the USA,

Danger in so many other

Places

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There’s room for verse,

The call is clarion

But heavy goes the craft:

Can you feel it?

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Questions deserve answers,

Most of them;

Brittle is the monolith

The keeps on moving

To allow a phallic message

To be realized

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Brittle yet taking

Many hits until it has a

Home or many homes,

Leaving scooped-out earth

So that the

Female has a say

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Though one has to ask

Why the say is always second,

And there are more options

In the day

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It is difficult;

Next time might be typical,

Greeting cards make

Silly sense again;

And the metaphors that

Make the text

And move the world be

Open from the cupboard

Of the Lord

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Sometimes Older Metaphors

Sometimes Older Metaphors

(not always)

 

Silent and dry

Like the oasis near the desert

Nature can make the noise

To overwhelm cacophony

Of metal articulation

Plastic reasoning

I know that there’s romance

And romance becomes cliché

Oases, Baghdads, minarets,

Viziers, and genies you

Could call djinn

 

How novel (and in novels

and our poems)

Centuries ago

To what we think is

Trite imagination

Yet viziers become wizards

New packages and popularities

So I’ll take my oasis, thank you

In all it means

Or used to mean

A place to re-source life

Discover air and water

Make into verses

Eden in small patches

All that’s left

Upon our minds

Of paradise on outcast Earth

 

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