Isaiah 64
Harvey S. Mozolak
the foliage
behind which we hid
has faded
the camouflage of living
is dead
our crypsis the trees
we will hide among them
blending among the branches
covering with leaves
our leaving for the future
until God is affixed
in their small grove
hidden in the hideous
and the wind which takes away
our name
fluttering in babble
the beating of hope and heart
will whisper yours
into the ear of a girl
plain common young
within whom glory will swirl
the rip in heaven
to sew the ruined earth’s wounds
festered in filthy linen
laid now in swaddling cloth
and nakedness
at the plank
of death
planed to nothingness
torn down
...a chewing of things in several gardens... both secular and sacred
Sunday, November 20, 2011
for a last and lasting Sunday
Harvey S. Mozolak
the divine wearing
of a crown whose size encompasses
all the multiverse of space
planet orbits like gem settings
and risings of light for life
blossoming suns bursting from caverns
let time end and eternity travel
ever and for always
the I AM worn down
for the small figures
of bone jointed flesh
pinned by gravity to one small
ill-shaped stone
who cry an eleison
that the kyrie-king has chosen to hear
over the cataracts and torrents
of mass and energy
in the silence of listening grace
that speaks a Word
through a thorn-twisted sentence
plaited as a ring to be worn
the divine wearing
of a crown whose size encompasses
all the multiverse of space
planet orbits like gem settings
and risings of light for life
blossoming suns bursting from caverns
let time end and eternity travel
ever and for always
the I AM worn down
for the small figures
of bone jointed flesh
pinned by gravity to one small
ill-shaped stone
who cry an eleison
that the kyrie-king has chosen to hear
over the cataracts and torrents
of mass and energy
in the silence of listening grace
that speaks a Word
through a thorn-twisted sentence
plaited as a ring to be worn
Friday, November 18, 2011
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Harvey S. Mozolak
the royal
quite separate
removed and at distance
from us
who hang about
waiting for some small chance
or fleeting moment
to see the passing by
hear the ring of ornamentation
the scent of as yet uncreated
perfume of purity’s perfection
and be brushed by hem of holiness
from a swaged gown of glory
the crown so high and bright
its glare surmounting clouds and storm
above our mud-sodden track and trod
and yet
who is this that is hung
before us?
pictured in pathetic pity
icon of God imaged
in a barn maiden’s motherhood
he clutching hold of life
draining nail by nail
from his hands
feet faltering to climb
the tree of death’s fall
leafless naked curled by cruelty
one not separate
but culled a lamb
among the goats
depart cursed
to prepare
for the starving strange
stripped sick and captive
the new unequalled kingdom
the royal
quite separate
removed and at distance
from us
who hang about
waiting for some small chance
or fleeting moment
to see the passing by
hear the ring of ornamentation
the scent of as yet uncreated
perfume of purity’s perfection
and be brushed by hem of holiness
from a swaged gown of glory
the crown so high and bright
its glare surmounting clouds and storm
above our mud-sodden track and trod
and yet
who is this that is hung
before us?
pictured in pathetic pity
icon of God imaged
in a barn maiden’s motherhood
he clutching hold of life
draining nail by nail
from his hands
feet faltering to climb
the tree of death’s fall
leafless naked curled by cruelty
one not separate
but culled a lamb
among the goats
depart cursed
to prepare
for the starving strange
stripped sick and captive
the new unequalled kingdom
Christ the King Litany
Harvey S. Mozolak
Christ the King
you opened the boundary of heaven’s kingdom
entering by the power of the Spirit
the Virgin’s womb
to toil within our sinful turmoil
reign in our hearts
reign in our thoughts
reign in our doing
you crowned the Magi’s visit
with your innocent wisdom
a treasure hidden in infancy
greater than Solomon’s gift
let us serve you…
in the trust you give
in the deepest hope you arouse
in the love, yours that you make ours
you are a king who obeys his Father
and our Father in heaven
hallowed of old
ancient David knew your dominion
and your will be done
reign in our hearts
reign in our thoughts
reign in our doing
you preached
brought and bought
a monarchy measured in hearts
you conquered
let us serve you…
in the trust you give
in the deepest hope you arouse
in the love, yours that you make ours
the scepter of your rule
called disciples
the robe of your healing
covered lepers
the sword of your word
cut claims to lesser others
the light of your resurrection
orbs the world with eternity
reign in our hearts
reign in our thoughts
reign in our doing
bow with palms waved in palms
knees ground to ground
eyes shut to the earth
voices sealed in song
hosanna blessed is he
the Lord of power and might
let us serve you…
in the trust you give
in the deepest hope you arouse
in the love, yours that you make ours
you were ridiculed and purple mocked
bruised despised rejected and ignored
by kings governors emperors and priests
but the poor and shunned
became your court you acquit
in the grace of mercy’s richness
reign in our hearts
reign in our thoughts
reign in our doing
you are a king whose crown
drips rubies of bleeding blessing
let us serve you…
in the trust you give
in the deepest hope you arouse
in the love, yours that you make ours
your throne was wood
and you were nailed to it
lifted on a hill of pain and death
reign in our hearts
reign in our thoughts
reign in our doing
Jesus king of the Jews
and through them all the nations
below
all beneath the Nazarene monarch
let us serve you…
in the trust you give
in the deepest hope you arouse
in the love, yours that you make ours
Christ the King
you opened the boundary of heaven’s kingdom
entering by the power of the Spirit
the Virgin’s womb
to toil within our sinful turmoil
reign in our hearts
reign in our thoughts
reign in our doing
you crowned the Magi’s visit
with your innocent wisdom
a treasure hidden in infancy
greater than Solomon’s gift
let us serve you…
in the trust you give
in the deepest hope you arouse
in the love, yours that you make ours
you are a king who obeys his Father
and our Father in heaven
hallowed of old
ancient David knew your dominion
and your will be done
reign in our hearts
reign in our thoughts
reign in our doing
you preached
brought and bought
a monarchy measured in hearts
you conquered
let us serve you…
in the trust you give
in the deepest hope you arouse
in the love, yours that you make ours
the scepter of your rule
called disciples
the robe of your healing
covered lepers
the sword of your word
cut claims to lesser others
the light of your resurrection
orbs the world with eternity
reign in our hearts
reign in our thoughts
reign in our doing
bow with palms waved in palms
knees ground to ground
eyes shut to the earth
voices sealed in song
hosanna blessed is he
the Lord of power and might
let us serve you…
in the trust you give
in the deepest hope you arouse
in the love, yours that you make ours
you were ridiculed and purple mocked
bruised despised rejected and ignored
by kings governors emperors and priests
but the poor and shunned
became your court you acquit
in the grace of mercy’s richness
reign in our hearts
reign in our thoughts
reign in our doing
you are a king whose crown
drips rubies of bleeding blessing
let us serve you…
in the trust you give
in the deepest hope you arouse
in the love, yours that you make ours
your throne was wood
and you were nailed to it
lifted on a hill of pain and death
reign in our hearts
reign in our thoughts
reign in our doing
Jesus king of the Jews
and through them all the nations
below
all beneath the Nazarene monarch
let us serve you…
in the trust you give
in the deepest hope you arouse
in the love, yours that you make ours
Sunday, November 6, 2011
all ss aboard
Harvey S. Mozolak
who is this one
the first one in 144,000raised to the numberless
in white
somewhat off white
muslin mussed here and there
by soil rip and wrinkle
one torn edge dirtied by dung
and in the middle
a smear of blood
his and hers
heaven and earth
king of all saints
anchored in advent time
his majesty
first
foremost
final
forever
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