I’m delighted to share another beautiful submission to the Monk in the World guest post series from the community. Read on for Tom Delmore’s poems on the Kingdom of Heaven.
The Kingdom of Heaven on earth. The Kingdom within, is a big shift for me. Raised in the Catholic faith and dad’s mantra of: brownie points and rewards are in heaven only. I am seeing the kingdom in the ordinary. These poems are thresholds to the Kingdom.
The Kingdom of Heaven The Kingdom of heaven is like All those truths Jesus spoke In Matthew’s gospel, I’m sure. It is also, Sisyphus without a boulder Or that fifth ace that’s acceptable. Shopping and talking and no mask. The road is what you expected. God, in all of us. Nicodemus More confident in the light. The woman at the well comparing Water to living water or just That imagined look upon her face. But I was waiting for that invitation An entrance, the personal, me. Jesus was telling all the beauty Of heaven and I, like the parochial Child, kept my hand raised. Call On me, it waved. ABBA What is the kingdom of heaven For me? A place of no pain. ***** What to Remember I am not stacking symmetric shapes Like the Montessori student On his private mat. My Zen moment Comes with dry seaweed amongst Damp, uneven stones. Lapping waves Don’t speak receding or incoming of tide. Focus, is the bellwether, the “just so” ‘Tween the billows of my breath. At three stones I look to see If I’ve drawn attention Other than sandflies. My knees And hips ache- As if, They’ve set limits my mind Refuses to ignore. At four stones and sand I make myself quit Stumble back, gain balance And tumble into The short tower of rocks. Tide aside, I stagger in soreness. ***** I missed a piece of the kingdom I missed a piece of the kingdom Like a well-worn jigsaw puzzle- I pushed instead of fit. Large Cezanne women bathers Called me out Of fleshy secrecy. Down the road Over the bridge To the left. Stay awake. What I lost I will not know. Only perhaps the castle road- Or a wrestling angel. ***** You Shall Dine With me this Evening in the Kingdom I am amazed unscuffing a shell On a desert dune. Invoking dreams Of an ocean so huge, so deep, to suspend disbelief. At the bus stop all concrete and manmade Two oyster shells, as if A gull had preened and set the mollusks, For another. Wading deep in shoal awareness The poor are eating well in the kingdom.
Tom A (TA) Delmore lives in Bellevue, Washington. His books of poetry include Eclipsing F Crow Poems (Little Letterhead Press, 1996); Child is working to Capacity (Moon Pie Press, 2006); A Poultice for Belief (March Street Press, 2009); Tell them that you saw me but didn’t see me saw (Moon Pie Press, 2011). Individual poems have been published in Raven Chronicles and Seattle M.E.N. Magazine. His latest Poem appears in; Take a Stand Art Against Hate. A Raven Chronicles Anthology. Titled: Homeless Vet. 2020 A Thurible of Belief August 2022 in America Magazine a Jesuit Weekly.