Friday, August 28, 2015

Xenophyophore-like Affection

Xenophyophore-like Affection

Below brain coral and turquoise

                                               Below snapper schooling

Below buoyant whales in

                                                Below monstrous teeth and

Affection for you in

                                                Like xenophyophores dancing
                                                Through trench sediments

 Kariana Reyes 

Word Vanity (Until Love Came)

Word Vanity (Until Love Came)

Grieving Heart sent
"Positive thoughts"
That never did

Hoped to receive
Transferred "good thoughts"
But pain would not

"Kept thoughts" tucked warm
Inside of minds
(Friends tried)

Grieving Heart found
Still wanting, but
Love understood
The ride

Offered more than
Empty words, Love
Jesus wept right

Now: Hopeful Heart
Full of joy to
Weep with others
Who cry

Kariana Reyes

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Love (III) by George Herbert

 Love (III)

LOVE bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, 
   Guilty of dust and sin. 
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack 
   From my first entrance in, 
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning 
   If I lack'd anything. 

'A guest,' I answer'd, 'worthy to be here:' 
   Love said, 'You shall be he.' 
'I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear, 
   I cannot look on Thee.' 
Love took my hand and smiling did reply, 
   'Who made the eyes but I?' 

'Truth, Lord; but I have marr'd them: let my shame 
   Go where it doth deserve.' 
'And know you not,' says Love, 'Who bore the blame?' 
   'My dear, then I will serve.' 
'You must sit down,' says Love, 'and taste my meat.' 
   So I did sit and eat. 

George Herbert

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

The Wake

The Wake

Sitting, listening to the supplications of
Mourning Filipinos I knew by resemblance
Repetitiously murmuring soft prayers
While moving fingers along
Dark-beaded rosaries
I hid
Between the ironed suits and black dresses of titas and titos
And several rows behind
My father
And his
Daughter, who knew not yet my
Familiarity; that our sweet lola
Held the key to

I waited
Hoping that no one would take offense to
Prayers much simpler than their own

Kariana Reyes

The Red Wheelbarrow by William Carlos Williams

The Red Wheelbarrow
so much depends


a red wheel


glazed with rain


besides the white 


William Carlos Williams

Monday, August 24, 2015

Potter Know Me

Potter Know Me

Potter know me
Potter mold me
Potter design me and make me
Solid and new
Potter push me
Potter flame me
Potter fracture me and make me
Set together too
Potter spin me
Potter glaze me
Potter paint me and make me
Show off 

Potter the Artist, envisioning flowers
Feed me with soil; quench me with water

Kariana Reyes

Saturday, August 1, 2015

As the Ruin Falls by C.S. Lewis

As the Ruin Falls

All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you.
I never had a selfless thought since I was born.
I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through:
I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn.

Peace, re-assurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek,
I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin:
I talk of love —a scholar's parrot may talk Greek—
But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin.

Only that now you have taught me (but how late) my lack.
I see the chasm. And everything you are was making
My heart into a bridge by which I might get back
From exile, and grow man. And now the bridge is breaking.

For this I bless you as the ruin falls. The pains
You give me are more precious than all other gains.

C.S. Lewis