Jonathan Hoskin

poetry

The Singing Bowl

 

Speech is something for which I no longer care;

my tongue is silent, so I may truly hear, but—

I long to speak! Shhh—still yourself; wait; breathe—

there—the Word which existed long before my words

appears and addresses me, in silence, before I can say

a word! and in that silence, in language dark and bright,

an invitation; a summons; a pardon; a command!

and each one bears, not another’s, but my name!

and yet my ears remain deaf to His Almighty Sound,

but in my heart the ringing of a bell! as if my heart

were an open singing bowl, whose chime is both

my refuge and my flight—but where would I go

if I were to run? I have climbed this mountain in silence

to seek His face, only to find He is the mountain and the sky!

 

 

 

On Acquiring a New Language

 

In life, one must let go

of habits which hinder

____________________

 

In the tall wet grass

a hare scrapes a mite

from its long-bent ear

 

In the shade of a rock

a brown snake wriggles

free from a translucent skin

 

In the shallows of a river

a gold and green flecked trout

gulps in the crisp morning air

 

In the grey sky, a bird of prey circles,

it’s shadow veiling and unveiling

the back of a small grey mouse

 

In the eaves of an empty shed

a brown owl leans back into shadow

to shield its eyes

 

from the lights of a stationary car

the driver hesitates—

before turning left, not right,

and heads home

 

 

 

White-Out

 

White

has won.

A howling wind

whips up confetti.

White out.

White spaces for all!

Teeth in close-up.

 

White eyes;

full, scared, staring.

Small explosions;

white light;

wailing.

Silence.

 

All is white.

 

Above it all,

in the eaves,

a beautiful black Spirit

brooding

over the chaos

of white America.

 

 

 

Enchant Me, Lord

 

Enchant me, Lord, so I may see your face;

this is the true magic, not some slight-of-hand.

 

For in your face, my face, truly as I am,

bent, but bending towards my Lord.

Jonathan Hoskin is a writer and educator. He lives in Auckland, New Zealand, where he coordinates academic support at New Zealand’s largest and oldest theological college.

© 2018 by Azia Archer

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