Stillness:
Tell me more
about yourself.
You've shown me
Benedictine trees
robed in frost
and penance,
one leaf
embalmed with ice
and haze
that seems to have
some clean, primitive
awareness.
Are they in on it too?
Garden of ash,
winter's illusion.
I can see
through it now.
I can even shatter
the mirror
of my night,
even draw down
the hermit sun
with one
thing and one
thing only:
this particle of faith.
Come to me,
untouched gold
behind the clouds . . .
succulent, ripe
and promising
as Venus, newborn,
on a shell.
Come to me,
nurturing star in a
gallery of worlds:
God behind,
within,
everything.
You never lost me,
did you?
One word and it's
Genesis all over
again.
I thought
I had to crawl
and grasp and
audition for
a part in devotion
or climb the
withered sky,
even past the
imperial drapes
of the void,
or float with
dazed purity
like the moon on
dark waters.
If I could only get it
right . . .
I would be there,
but now it seems
that even in the
silent screams
of shadows,
I never left the Light.
Patricia Joan Jones
Your words ask for guidance,
Your words ask for guidance, and then lead this reader to wander through haunting phrases, adorned by beautiful images, manifesting themselves into the rebirth of faith, understanding, and the acceptance of life itself. Thank you for sharing your journey.
It's always a pleasure to visit here, thank you for sharing your talent.
What a precise and stellar
What a precise and stellar breakdown of my journey! Thank you so much for the pleasure and the privilege of your visit. Your support means the world to me, gifted Poet.
I'll mark it read but I need
I'll mark it read but I need to come back and describe your brilliance when I have the meat that your bones have brought to my mind.
Awesome...
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Your beautiful footprints are
Your beautiful footprints are a great honor and more than enough. Thank you kindly for illuminating my page.
In this poem, Patricia begins
In this poem, Patricia begins by personalizing Stillness, and inviting it to tell her about itself. But Stillness remains silent, and the Poet speaks for it, and speaks with both authenticity and authority. And in doing this, she confirms my own personal belief that Poets like her, Poets who view reality from a cosmic viewpoint (and Patricia has as much of a cosmic viewpoint as the James Webb and Edwin Hubble space telescopes) have a vocation to explain the Cosmos to itself. We, humanity, are the consciousness and conscience of the Cosmos; and the Poets among us perform that function to the highest degree.
In the center of the poem, she mentions the particle of Faith, which gives her a power over, and a keen awareness of, her environment which she describes under various forms that the poem lists. And with this particle of Faith, she realizes God's eminence and imminence in everything. God's presence is marked in, and borne witness to, by all created things---whether sentient or not. And pointing this out is part of the Poet's task of explaining the cosmos to itself.
The poem's triumphant conclusion occupies the final eight lines, and she realizes that despite the apparent darkness, the Light remains present. She reminds us that neither she, nor any of us, ever leave the Light. The sky always contains Light---of the Sun, and Moon, and Stars---and even if it is sometimes obscured by cloudy weather, it is there nevertheless. I remember the first time, as a small child, that I saw the Moon visible during daylight hours. It is a rare phenomenon in my part of the world, but it has happened from time to time. And then I learned that the stars never stop shining on to the Earth; the daytime presence of our local Star obscures the others, but their Light continues to arrive. We are never out of the Light, because when our souls are released from our bodies, they are called into Light.
I like the interpretation of the Orthodox Church that both Heaven and Hell are both functions of God's Light nature. Those who die in peace with God bask in that Light, and find it a blissful, or heavenly, experience. Those who choose to be at odd with God, shun the Light because they find it agonizing, and that is Hell. Unlike both Dante and Milton, both of whom I admire less now than I did as a student, Hell is not a separated place or even an independent realm; it is a state of the soul, just as Heaven is. And this concept, without either theological or deonimnational terms, is operative in this poem. The Poet has always been, and never departs, from the Light, despite the obscurity that sometimes intervenes. And it is this abiding presence of the Light that she now explains to the Cosmos, and to us who hang on her every word.
Scholars speak about the Cosmologies of the greatest Poets---Vergil, Dante and Milton (whom I have previously mentioned), Eliot, Pound and Stevens. Not all Poets construct a cosmology in their Poetry, but the greatest of them do. Patricia does, as well, and therefore has proven, time and again, her qualification to be nummbered among the greatest of those Cosmic Poets. There is a Cosmology of astrophysics, of metaphysical philosophy, and of Poetry. Patricia's Poems, and the cosmology she constructs within them, are a textbook-perfect example of how it is done; also a textbook-perfect example of how rarely it is done. And Patricia does it well, always well.
It is a privilege to have read this magnificent Poem.
Starward
Without fail you tunnel deep,
Without fail you tunnel deep, extract my vision and interpret, not only my message, but my intentions. And with such thunder and beauty!
I also love the way you connect your own experiences to my poems (and others' work as well), turning a poem into meaningful self-discovery or validation. To have a fellow poet walk with us so closely on our creative path is unbelievably gratifying. Anyone honored enough to receive your astute and personalized commentary knows what I mean.
But if that wasn't enough, you lit a fire of much-needed motivation under me by reminding me of our (not just my) mission to "explain the Cosmos to itself".
When you put it that way, how can I neglect my work?
May Heaven join me in my endless gratitude, stay with you on your poetic journey and bless you (Outrageously!) every step of the way.