Monday, November 7, 2011

The Babe in the Crib





The Babe in the Crib

Below a window in a warm stall, the heavenly child
Lying in a straw-filled crib looks up and smiles.
The smile has a radiance of its own
Wherein I find all goodness and beauty
Of the living Christ -- man in God’s likeness --
Ah, as such I delight!  Shining brighter
Than that eminent star in the sky; here on earth
The child in flawlessness growth – his humility and
Might, I am instructed by, for the child
Within me gives ear to his word, and as I 
Receive it I am stirred.  For I know
That his wise teachings enrich
My heart -- and I in wisdom grow.
God’s child knows it all.


--eva-maria hogrefe—

(2010)





Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Mary of Magdala


MARY OF MAGDALA

With tears flowing, in meekness Mary stands
Silently, face covered with her hands.
Strange, Simon the host—firm and stout,
Fails to give due respect
To his honored guest, Jesus of Nazareth,
Who “full of grace and truth,”*
Not offended, loves the Pharisee as he loves
Those who cold of heart leave love behind,
As Judas did, the moral dwarf of deceptive mien.
But Mary Magdalene, he loves
As she loves him; with a love profound
He teaches her on sacred ground
That Love is Life—(O heavenly sound!)
Mary’s love-filled devotion found
An unconditional love in him,
Which long she had anticipated—
For her to meet true love was fated.
“Sit down and hear what I have to say:
From you who have been sorely tried,
Doubt and fear will swiftly fly,
And brief will be your grief.
Trust well and love serenely,
Embrace a matter-free thought keenly,
And follow me to find the faculty
Of spiritual perception, that healing path
Called Resurrection!”
She, bearing witness to his truth, replies:
“I will not fear the darkest night,
Beloved, dearest Master!”
Forgotten were mind’s sore vexations
As morning turning bright before her eyes,
Mary, most pure of heart, not shrinking,
Beholds first the risen Christ—
He, who loved her holy, who did not blink,
Nor judge, but recognized
A love-sustaining spirituality
Within her humble soul confined.
Weeping, she hears one calling, “Mary!
Tell me: Whose shape, dearest, do you see?”
“Rabboni! From heaven’s splendid fold, clearly
I see your Christly form appearing warm, not cold.”

Upwards bend, as a bird soaring into the sky’s vaults,
The spiritual flight of thought goes on within
Love’s liberating Mind—and never halts!

*   John 1:14
--eva-maria hogrefe--


(October 24, 2009)




Sunday, August 14, 2011

The day is breaking…





The day is breaking—
Suffused by pinkish light, 
An ascent into a soft sunlit sky!
Strength of nature provides
The wonder of a solitary flight—
On every side the breeze wafts it
Through the air—
As a bird of prey awesome
Swiftly it soars higher
Leaving behind 
The curse of common birds, and their
Harsh chattering cries—
Of clannish dependencies, 
And dubious delights.

Flight up-wards,
With sweeping movements—
Suddenly 
Flutter of feather and wing,
Terror in the sound—
Woe, it suddenly plunges down!
Is erratic, bloody, beset by fear, 
Weakened—
It is sick at heart, mindlessly
Flapping wings in the fall...
Beneath gloomy shades
Brooding dark against the sky,
A river sluggish slowly ripples by.
With cold demeanor
They stare—
Eyelids and beaks
Chill,
The chatter stops.


--eva-maria hogrefe--


(January 27, 2010)



Saturday, August 6, 2011






A Yellow Cabriolet Convertible

We picked it up in Amsterdam.
After folding back the top we drove
through tulip fields, passed windmills
in flooding sunlight up the Rhine to
Lichtenstein. Our hearts pulsed with delight.
After seeing Alpine-wonder’s sights,
we traveled to Bern and saw the Old Town
and its fast-flowing river Aare, with its blue-green
icy waters rushing by. Inspired, we moved on
to Southern France, then to Spain.  O sun-filled time!
At Villa Franca de Panares we lunched on soup of
squid in its own ink, and sautéed octopus—“Wow!”
Next stop: Valencia, where we rented in the
town center a furnished flat. Our neighbor?
a bullfight-arena where people weekly roared.
To our surprise it got cold, we had to bundle up
within because no heat to keep us warm
from head to feet to toes. All this, and more
 we did, on a trip through Europe
—with joy—and why? We had the wisdom
to buy a Volkswagen Cabriolet.

-- eva-maria hogrefe --





Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Exile





Exile


In my solitary way, when words of love
I silently say, I smile and gaze
At memories of sweet embrace--
Glorious vision shaded,
Heaving breath faded.
Settled by the water’s cool
Fondness ushers in a rule.
To my incredulous surprise,
What do I recognize?
An ever-present treasure:
A friend I hold too dear.
My life is now a hermit’s part,
With Love the beacon of my heart.
Above the whistling of the breeze
A box of music is arriving for my needs.
Alight with joy, think of that gaze, the smile
That once reflectively beguiled,
Now, melodiously veracious—
With “Thank you, dear,” starting
A restrain echoes through the voice.
Well, Love reopens eyes,
Never again such sacrifice,
For heart and soul and mind parting.
Ask, “Who is the ruler of the heart?”
If it’s true love, it’s destined
According to Mind’s sacred plot,
Nothing else affords more earthly joy,
If such is our fate—why try to escape?
Why cause anguish by mistake?
Why remove so suddenly the good?
Only unworthy flirt hastens to its mood,
It downcasts—ah, the world’s shared complaint!
Unavailing constraint!
Oh, blessed eyes serene beyond,
Seeing only the very best in man,
Which is never withdrawn
When love, holy beauty awakens at dawn.

--eva-maria hogrefe—


"The government of divine Love derives its omnipotence from the love it creates in the heart of man; for love is allegiant, and there is no loyalty apart from love."
 --Mary Baker Eddy, Miscellany 189--

(August 21, 2009)



Thursday, July 28, 2011



The Lions and I

Those of prejudice minds were persuaded
To throw me into a lion’s den--a calculated
Torment by unscrupulous men—to make me
Fear a cruel and damaging blight.
But innocence my natural state, a faith
In God’s control, and in Truth’s
Destruction of evil designs—the kind of certainties
Daniel * had, that biblical visionary man
Who knew, God would send His angel
To shut the lions’ mouths, this spiritual insight
Was his strength, as it is mine through Christ.
Daniel resisted devilish abuses, and so do I.  It
Freed him, and frees me too, as I let not hungry
Lions me pursue but live in indefinable Mind.

* The Bible, DANIEL 6

--eva-maria hogrefe--

(May 15, 2010





Monday, July 25, 2011

Introduction

by EVA-MARIA HOGREFE

Image, Sound, and Voicethese are the three techniques of the craft of poetry!



Image: Sight -- “Image is the heart and soul of poetry.  As in a picture, so in poems.” –Horace, Epistle III--


We are not a poet without imagery--

Look for imagery in:
Psalms 8, 22, 23, 42, 51, 91, 100, 121, 137, 139,148-150, 
and so on.


Sound: Rhythm -- Feeling and rhythm are related.

“Rhythm is basic in poetry and music mutually … music is pure rhythm, rhythm and nothing else, for the variation of pitch is the variation in rhythms of the individual notes, and harmony the blending of these varied rhythms.” --Ezra Pound (1885-1972) --

Rhyme another aspect of Sound …


Voice: Persona -- can be seen as the poet’s signature on his poems – his own unmistakable way of saying something.  This craft of voice is a combination of diction, syntax, and persona, forming the total tonality of a poem.



Sunday, July 24, 2011


ILLUMINATION OF THE HEART           

Love in me is running deep,
Not as drowsy, leisure sleep,
But agitated as a river flowing,
Thus running every turn until,
It’s reaching open water’s fill.

A sigh in the dark—can you hear it?
There moves a different love at random,
Aspersion of a lover’s lingering kiss,
It’s an innocent heart’s phantom, but
Finding an unexpected bliss, this!
Even though real love the crystalline
Which fuses into loftier views long
Before friendship meets a throng.
You, dear, no longer a distant speck,
No more fear as if
In bleak desolation wrecked.
Joy has revived in you the lure
For love; for a love true and pure,
Thus sacred fate has joined two strangers,
Yet, you entertain imaginary dangers:
In belief, a forced separation arose;
Cruel cause -- and your couch of woes.
For me the voice of honor slighted,
Can trust and love be divided?
Why?  Can love be so small?
Appearing as if with a comet’s tail endowed,
For a moment shining bright, and then,
After a brief passionate flight, disappearing,
To fill a grave! What is its cost?
Little love, like a fall of dust the loss!
O dismiss such empty contemplation,
For I know you’re trying to stand
As guardian at life’s station,
The purpose of this faithful annul, is
Human responsibility’s unrivalled channel--
But then -- once pure love is gained,
Sacred beyond all thought, the final step
Love inspects. Yes, it tries the Lord’s elect!
Well, God is Truth, and Truth is good to Self.
So -- why put such an alliance on a shelf?
Needed communications banished --
Heart-to-heart joy vanished.  Or did you try
To guard your brooding, and so
Hiding from a gentle soul’s intruding?
Married to a customary life; love dormant,
Mind observes, “What useless torment?”
Can a longing for mutual devotion
Appear to some as frivolous notion?
Why say, “Never have I been a bold
Champion ever, though with some endeavor,
Cheered by love’s reinforcement,”--
And with my fair endorsement …
Still -- all is vain?  No! Love IS gain!
The rays of the morning light nearer,
Looking into a loftier mirror -- do you see,
Both of us need to agree
If it’s best for us we parted
From that, which love so promisingly started.

If you answer, ”Yes!” then for my sake,
Help to soothe and smooth such thoughts
That stream into my decisions wake,
(Some emotional stake), as I bend,
Asking you, “Please stop dropping
Daily notes into my e-mail box.”

Back to you, dearest, though, I blush
To have dilated long and late; I’m saddened
To abandon you to loveless fate, but
Know I do not turn my back on
Joy-filled times we had -- they’ll linger,
And no regrets intermingle.

Beneath a lustrous morning sky,

Graciously I wait with

Unfaltering tenderness to

Resolve to end it after all -- but

Giving thought not to jump or stall --

Is that too much to be astonished at?


There is no distrust, swift advancer, but ask,
To whose prayer did the heavens answer?
Woe! Above lost love may slumber soon
The pale disk of a silent moon …


EPILOGUE

As unfaltering passion was banished,
His pledge once sincere, turned and vanished --
O impetuous currents of wind!  But the lamb in her grief
Was sustained by her firm belief in her Shepherd --
Who steady in his pace—with gentle love for each,
Never leaves, however long the need.

All conditional love is a form of dreaming,
For we do not always see the weaning off human desires
To lead us back to our true self, in its fullest meaning.
Worldly love keeps us too often stuck in selfish mire, until
We surrender it back … and
On bright shining beams of mutual help,
We bend in humility.  How then
Can we true love lack?


--eva-maria hogrefe--

(February 2010)