September 21, 2011

The Portal (II)

in front of Chartres Cathedral
by Ruth

So much life can be seen here.
Just as on a painted stage set
the world can be seen; and just as the hero
performs against this backdrop,

so here in the darkness of this portal
unfolds an eternal drama.
It is as endless and everywhere as a Father God
who wondrously transforms himself

into a Son, whose role is divided up
in many little walk-on parts,
all drawn from misery's repertoire.

For, as we know, it is only from among
the blind, the outcast, the demented,
that, as a single actor, the Savior comes forth.

New Poems


  1. can i speak only on the perfecton of the photo? can i say, yes, oh yes, this is everything? this is one note rung out, one being playing for all of us.



  2. erin, yes you can. ;) Thanks. I love it too, and the moment it was.

  3. i come back to this and realize, this was your moment, ruth! it was as though this man was one spider web caught in the glorious morning light! how wonderful! how perfect! i can only imagine the new element of sound! it is painfully alive.



"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Go ahead, bloom recklessly!