my healing stones

bonnie, my friend, the native elder

offered my daughter

two palms and full of healing stones

now i play with, until my mind

overflows with, grace-filled healing!

these stones are not amethysts,

bloodstone or carnelian

neither are they red jasper,

white lace agate,

brown black purple white agate

the alias, coyomito agate

but simple stones of the simpleton

with red, pink, orange, and yellow

green, blue, indigo and violet

adding a few lime-green and blue-green

also silver-grey

brown, black, white, and gold

included among are some clear

but each one is powerful too

henry victor      08.03.2007

uncluttering

my life is cluttered like my carrot plot

in my backyard beautiful with its green

when captured in a photograph

but when pulling them out for the table

to cook, or to eat as raw salad

there is a different rhyme

useless, too thin, also drying too fast

in a day, or two, but soon ready

to be dumped in the dump that garbage

maintaining my regular payment of the city tax

hence my life has to have much uncluttering

starting with my study needing to be cleaned

with papers filed and some books discarded

the two spaces with hardboard also need

a little mopping to remove my grandson’s spill

my pantry needs arranging

and much to throw away

as i did with my spouse

kitchen cupboards too need a little arranging

with those closets upstairs to be emptied

adding some order to the piles of clothes

the bathroom i use needs scrubbing

with that shower rubber fixed

the wire mesh on the window

in the living room can wait

for fixing till next spring

but windows need cleaning

though only after the garden is fixed

with at least all carrots pulled out

and distributed to those deserving

and undeserving with the hose pipe

wrapped and placed in the garage

the garage too needs cleaning and the basement

a major project before i complete

my paper on the theology

of the missio dei for the SPG journal

or that workshop on pluralistic perspectives

for the White Court Christians

with Justin, my daughter’s son i give in

putting aside all other

while i have to consider my daughter

and her laziness that has piled up a major clutter

with her boy-friend and his direction less life added

threatening to flood not only my basement

but my entire bungalow drowning me to death

i need to sleep enough to give my heart

rest and an opportunity to heal

with enough exercise to get rid

of excess sugar and that fat

while the major task would be to bring enough money

to eat appropriate food and pay the bills

which means also putting up with mediocrity 

the main ingredient of the present life

© henry victor     02.10.2012

dance with peace

alone i stand short like that smashed glass

ready to be scattered, to be interred inside

a grave yard with my brokenness

in body, mind, soul, and human ties

but with full of sap, that thick and thin

life affirming and life giving spirit alive

with masks thick and thin discarded

for dance naked with no dress rehearsal

to continue into eternity, a land

absent of ego and confusions

with love reigning and love raining

continuously i shall dance with peace

© henry victor     12.03.2012

unpredictable being that becoming

your unpredictability like the wind blowing

where it chooses to blow that i hear, clearly,
the sound on my body but not, plainly, knowing
where it comes, or whither her path would be

increases in my mind the sense of mystery

to surround you and your ways of dealing
in my world making my thought on eternity -
your unchangeableness - i received, a heresy

leaving me to wonder, and wander after you

like Moses journeying alone in Sinai wilderness
for so long before he gets a glimpse
of your being, energy in the burning bush

i, now, drive through the Albertan bush

seeking like Jonah, Jeremiah and Jesus
a restless rest that comes from resting in an endless
ever-expanding being, your unceasing becoming!

 

dung-beetle

i lack no inspiration

but that comes not with fuel
to adequately excite my will
to spark a fire that starts my soul

to push my destiny in that direction

that i desire to move
actually to fly high, like that eagle
with no spark plugs of aircrafts
or, that of a smaller motor cycle

hence like a dung-beetle i crawl

always backward
far, far from a highway with fear of speed
pushing that piece of dung
into my little cozy tunnel

constantly cherishing

the droppings and depending
on my single skill to smell

 

 

 

 

 

last noon and last night

last noon i bent my inflexible frame to sit

down on my driveway with my grandson

the little boy, to draw with sidewalk chalk
flowers that never droop, bees that never suck

adding the easy crocodile beside the baby

and endlessly much more that he scribbled
until the energy within tempted him to spill
beyond the safety of my patience, my control

and last night you sent your heavy dark clouds

to completely wipe out our creative expressions
as if getting rid of the monstrous dinosaurs, bad
land creatures, to give space for prickly cacti bed!
 
29.06.2014