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Religion and Culture for the Intellectually Impatient
Villanelle: The Book in General
by rjosephhoffmann
God was the source and center of this love.
You were the wish he wished in Babylon
I was the soul he lost within the grove.
Some say that Huwa drove the man to move
Beyond the garden walls. Some say that none
Thought God the source and center of this love.
And once cast out they found an obscure trove
Stock full of seeds. They sowed them one by one,
The souls that he had lost within the grove.
But it was beastly work, and though they strove
To finish it, the job was never done,
He was no more the center of their love.
They built a temple, built it high above
The ancient city wall where priests could shun
The souls that had been lost within the grove.
They made two silver gates in memory of
The garden God had planted neath the sun
When he was yet the center of their love,
Before the souls were lost within the grove.
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Ramadan
by rjosephhoffmann
It is the first evening in Ramadan
And one muezzin has outlasted the others.
He has a sweet voice filled with God: I wait
For him to become the only muezzin, the
Final singer. Because his voice is so sweet,
Like the dates and honey children will
Eat later, deep in the evening, by moonlight.
Long ago,in Anatolia, Christians got drunk on
The Sun; they made Jesus the sun the son of
God and ruler of the world. They worshiped him
As scorching heat and the power of salvation,
Who would come again as judge and burn the earth
God had created in a week of days.
They pounded grapes
And drank the hot red juice and called it his blood.
But in the desert God is not like that:
God is a palm, shade from the sun.
He is the water the Ethiopian girl offers you by
A dry roadside, the ripened mango you
Have all over your hands and can still smell
An hour after you devoured it, like a jackal.
He is the cool light of the moon in a black sky
when the sun Has disappeared,
the sun we mock with our fasting and thirst
in the moon’s good time..
We know the sun will not kill us,
that weakness will strengthen us.
That in the light of the moon we will eat
The sounds of our salvation and rise
As children until the last day, the last call
to hear the story sung again
By the sweet voice of the caller.
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Matthew
July 10, 2013 at 2:27 am
Dr. Hoffmann, I hope you don’t mind an off-topic question: how is your book coming along?
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Edward Jones
July 14, 2013 at 11:12 pm
Christians got drunk on the son of God and ruler of the world.
They worshiped him – the power of salvation – who will come again as judge and burn the earth.
[The Christian Christ myth of the writings of the NT - the great historical mistake of human unknowing] .
But in the desert God is not like that – God is a palm – light of the moon
He is the cool light of the moon in a black sky
To hear the story sung again
By the sweet voice of the call\er.
[Our original and originating faith and witness of the apostles located in that very special text The Sermon on the Mount. Our most certain evidence for who Jesus was and what he was up to]
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A Further Wish
by rjosephhoffmann
Love is pushing the last thing
You loved out the window
Of your memory. Falling
And moving like blowing sand
On a dark day, it happens
Not to bodies but to souls
Looking for a way to sense
The world without tools
Or avatars. There’s no sadness
When souls fall, because we know
That’s how a soul fastens
Onto a world and how it goes
Back to heaven. So, no surprise
That the soul I saw in you
Was my soul once: In my eyes
You saw a veiled life as a new
Possibility. It took a touch, a laugh
a strange prophetic silence
to destroy the false book
I had been reading, in one glance.
We share this soul like the wind
Shares the earth: it breathes love
And moves us, until we find
Each other in it and can no longer move.
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Peter Smith
July 11, 2013 at 3:13 pm
Beautiful.
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Rob
August 3, 2013 at 4:53 am
Beautiful indeed – and hopefully not just a wish.
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steph
August 7, 2013 at 5:36 am
Thrice beautiful. Omnia… wish for everything or nothing at all. Blessed Irish, blessed: ‘May the sun shine, all day long, everything go right, and nothing wrong. May those you love bring love back to you, and may all the wishes you wish come true’. Again, your wish is soulfully beautiful.
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