Robert Krajenke

Pastor's Corner

Sacred Poetry by Pastor Robert Chase Krajenke


"THE OUTPOST"

The Fellowship of the Inner Light

Is a small outpost on the edge,

where the borders of heaven and earth meet.

The doors open. A pool of Presence fills

open spaces in the seeker's soul

as light pours through

to show how love is formed


Songs rise, meditations soothe;

speakers share wisdom of their journeys.

Buddha blesses, Krishna dances,

Yahweh speaks creative words while shamans

Beat earthen drum s to the rhythm of their dreams.

Jesus, his eyes aglow, his pearl robe flung open,

stretches out His arms touching hearts that heal.

Love flows through the years; tears becomes crystal

reflecting light while Mother Mary smiles with relief

that all her children are welcome here

in their search for peace.


"CHURCH WAS OVER"

Church was over and worshipers mingled

When my good friend passed me by,

grouped with others and didn't meet my eye.

A sharp reflex gripped my solar plex;

It took a moment, but I knew it was a test.

I could feed the slight and watch it grow,

pretend It was intended; or let it go,

a quick release, and end it,

Resentments root and flourish

when unobserved and unattended.


Church was over; I stood single at the door

While my good friend morphed and mingled

with groups of three and four and passed

me by without a nod or greeting as he had before.

A toxic rush from unmet crushed expectations

Flowed unbidden beneath my skin, a poison

gripped with talons and clutched my abdomen.

Just then a voice of self-awareness spoke from deep within,

'Reach out if you want in; extend, my friend, extend'.


The green eyed beast of created false beliefs not fed,

pulled back its talons, shrunk in size and slunk away,

Weakened, yes, but not yet dead.


"STARMUSH GALAXIES"

the image of God

in every soul enfolded,

a whole cosmos in our bellies;

starmush galaxies,

planets in cereal bowls

float on milkyway streams;

buttered toast reflects the sun;

its melting glow drips down

on rivers, continents; and souls

spread joy like jam over biscuits,


"PREPARED"

I walk upheld by heaven's fire

and earth's core flame,

dry enough as kindling

to be the matrix

of my own sunburst.


"THE SAGES"

There are no accidents

the sages say.

Whatever happens,

Whatever comes our way ,

Whether we cry, smile or bleed,

Is the lesson we need.


You are on your own

But you're never alone.

Around you, above you,

In front and behind,

The sages abide

who love and guide.


"THE WORLD ENDED AND I MISSED IT"

The world ended and I missed it.

How could that be?

All around me, temples crashing down,

rockets, bullets flying making news,

earth quakes, earth shivers, splits open,

whole cities fall in; continents churn to dust.

The world ended and I missed it.


I walked to where the land stays green,

Eyes of avatars wink from every flower,

and the four legged are kin and brother.

There I heard an announcing angel say,

"All that is old and worn can no longer stay;

Yield to the new born who know the way.

Old worlds always crumble and pass away.

Walk this path and do not stray."


"WHEN I BEHOLD THE COSMOS"

When I behold the cosmos ... our star systems,

Planets spinning, circling through infinite space,

one universe enfolded into countless Universes

bubbling with galaxies, comets and worlds traveling

through dimensions too manifold and manifest;

Not one element obsolete or inefficient or without its place.

My god, my god I say, how blessed I am to be

a particle of this great creation,

and whether in the body, out of the body,

asleep or awake, I fit perfectly here,

a seamless portion of the vastness of all that is ...