The light that dulls Light
stretches to find the top
of the brush line. The deep
Darkness of the sky cannot
be matched by the genius
of glass and filament charged
by electric currents. In the
bright Darkness shine the Life
Sources of other worlds. Perfectly
placed, crisp fall air makes the stars
twinkle as though they had mischief
in their eyes, delighting in the wishes
spoken by hopeful Lovers, revealing
to poets their sweet songs of joy.
By Ram Lopez – 21 October 2016 – F9 Ranch
This is the second of seven poems written over a three day period during the annual School of Theology Dubose Lectures. The little stone home, Pollywood, in which I stayed and where these were written sits along a bluff guarded by trees who have seen more sunrises than I. It is not far from the Natural Bridge.
Greetings sound warmly
Arms embrace remembering
Days long ago when hopes
Overflowed for a future
Of changing lives, sharing
Good News to transform the loss
In a world pained deeply yet
Still not as damaged as it will
Become as the years brought
Burden after burden into our lives
Yet somehow the aches and pains
Of our souls are eased in a moment
Of joyful reunion among companions
Who have undertaken a common
Journey from the Holy Mountain
To carry the Light of our Savior
To those who wander in the
Darkest valleys of daily life.
Ram Lopez – 27 September 2016 – Sewanee, TN
This is one of seven poems written over a three day period during the annual School of Theology Dubose Lectures. The little stone home, Pollywood, in which I stayed and where these were written sits along a bluff guarded by trees who have seen more sunrises than I. It is not far from the Natural Bridge.
The Mountain stands
Tall, imposing, welcoming those –
Whose upward trek completed –
Find refuge within Gates
Where Angels roam freely
Returned now after their long
Duty protecting Sons and Daughters
During their sojourn in lands
Afar from the rustling leaves
Of tall oaks and singing birds
Singing songs of welcome
Whistling in dulcet notes the
Song – “Once embraced by the
Master of this Mountain, no matter
How far you travel, the Welcome is
Sweet, your soul’s Feast is served.
You, my Child, are arrived Home.”
By Ram Lopez – 27 September 2016 – Sewanee, TN
Then Jesus said to the Samaritan cleansed from leprosy, “Get up and go on your way; your faith has made you well.” (Luke 17.19 – NRSV)
By Ram Lopez
6 October 2016
My faith. Our faith.
There’s not much faith
in my fear-filled life. Awaiting
Your healing Word
in the midst of my brokenness
is a trial of endurance.
Can I hang on?
Will I find the other side?
Or will I, like Moses, reach the edge
of the journey home, see the
and be denied entrance?
“Your faith,” you say.
But it is not my faith that can carry
my burdened heart. I need
Your faith. Your faith in Your
Father’s love, in your Father’s
powerful desire for all of me.
“…has made you well.”
Curious is my new reality.
I no longer bear the outward
signs of my illness. This is not
a new experience. Often have
the wounds covered over
giving the appearance of curing.
Yet, deep within, I felt the seeds
of sickness germinating,
awaiting the moment
of painful sprouting yet again.
But by your Word the
wounds have scabbed and
I do not feel the silent regrouping
of the sickness massing to
mount it’s next charge.
I feel well. I sense change deep
within. All that remains are
scars from the battle I could not
fight or win. But You, Your Faith,
has made me well. Your Word
has the power to heal. Your
Faith gives power to trust.
“Go your way,” You said. And
I go. Yet I know I do not travel alone
any longer. I am well. All is well.
“…go on your way…”
My journey to the far edge of life
continues on and on. Yet, though
many miles have grown between
that moment and now, You are
with me. As the longed-for shore
of Life becomes more focused
within my sight, I have no despair.
The edge is but the first step of
a new journey. By Your Faith,
I will walk into the place
where no sickness, no pain
roams. Only the Promised Life
of Hope, Mercy and Love
walking in plain Sight of
the One who takes my sickness
and gives me His Wholeness
inviting my thankful praise.
Bright and whole,
Morning brings life.
The sun reveals what
hides in the shadows.
The dark is swept
away. All is well.
The breeze stirs.
Shivering the leaves
the Spirit is alive.
20 October 2016
new possibilities for new life
creating, calling out
of nothing all
fresh expressions of grace
giving, nurturing in
us a gentle
the first gasps of day’s breath
20 October 2015