i perceive

your blackness i see

in the wings of the raven

your freshness i feel

in the greenery of the wild

your music i hear

in the brooks and the breeze

your dance i enjoy

in dancing seeds of the dandelion

your footsteps i sense

in the silence of the winter’s night

your cleansing i collect

in the fire that chars my finger

your face i spot

in every kind smile

and your absence i inhale

in churches, mosques and temples

henry victor      31.05.2007

the Lord’s prayer in the margin

our God in the margin

help us cast away your marginality!

let your rule move in from the margin

let the distress of the marginalized

be our prime concern

as it is yours in heaven!

prevent us daily stealing food from the margin

forgiving our ignorance of past plundering

even as we begin, now, to release a little from the middle

disturb us when we are complacent of the margin

delivering us from our selfish affluence

for sovereignty belongs to those in the margin

for they dictate my faith, my practice

and even my seat in the hereafter

now, and always. Amen.

© henry victor     22.10.2003

  

your remembrance

though my cup overflows

flooding with forgetfulness

of those many graces

that you have poured to brim

of my unfolding, my becoming

your merciful being so gently

continues to knit, to mend

my frame, flesh and fibre

to let your spirit flow

in your sacred temple

where you have installed

my soul to be the priest

to celebrate the world of my commerce

your sacred altar that invites all

to sit, eat, and sip the drink

your remembrance, my pain and pleasures

until in you i merge

like that little brook

running towards that large

ocean embracing all flowing

© henry victor      24.04.2011

for my second chance

i dive into your being to drown completely

to submerge in the ocean of peace, tranquility
and the power of patience, perfect mercy
a second chance that is unending!

while sunken deeply in that becoming

that transforms and direct the ongoing
forms, events and meaning in your world
let me undergo a multitude of repentance

that scrubbing of my soul, my being

until my will is one with your will
and in me is born a new person
from above, born of water and spirit

rested on Jesus as he walked

out of the river Jordan!
let my mind think nothing but your thoughts
and speak nothing but your Word

the Energy creating and recreating

the world in decline and deterioration
and large scale destruction
of the un-renewable resources!

 

building your rule

my mind just for a moment, like a bee

on the flower, grazes along your throne, the grace!
yet, i like you to exert, to dictate, with force
the journey, the direction and content of  my soul
 

with its luggage, my being to build your rule
uprooting my heart from amidst that rat race
of erecting larger ware houses, storage space
storing the harvest of abundance with tilted scale

that also renders your seat irrelevant in a world

where Jesus and his colleagues receive a lip deal,
and no more, in a scope where shopping for gold
is, for someone on the trail, a substantial meal

henry victor     14.08.2013