feggy art photo
By
Rick Davis
On The Evangelical Right
They are peeled skeletons without an apparent god
And are comprised of muddied cracked glass that must be smashed.
They yield bloody apocalyptic swords addicted to war
And are scarlet parrots.
Bloody visions multiply
While a sickly tiger mangles piety.
They build cities of murderous relics
Of rot too dangerous and strange to share.
They are happiest in darkness
Making a gong-like dissonance
With swollen tongues tasting death.
In contrast, my faith is like a slow musical discipline
That dreams of flying through, and opening inviting sky.
Studying Tanya
As I contemplate lightning words
I sense rolling waves
And sea-silent images
That allow me to escape trampling winds
At the star’s quiet behest
And so I become a centripetal voyager
Flying over green and loving
Blue mountains, sensing quiet energy
Behind Hebrew letters
And feeling the peaceful still
Of violet-lavender winter.
Contemplating compact G-dly words
I perceive spiritual symbols
Behind every act
Like a child who playfully
Throws a living stone.
I touch Hashem’s likeness
Admiring morning blossoming rose
And find the soft moon
Touching my expanding soul.
Rick Davis
Rick Davis is a graduate of Northeastern Illinois University, and several graduate programs. He is married, and has over 700 published poems.