Lesson for heretics

3 Comments

Gelassenheit

Waiting, something opens
without our willing it,
without force.
Calm, in half-light, the horizon
crosses our sight,
the opening
of a dawn, a memory,
half-hoped for
your metaphors coming home
familiar ghosts, dreamed of
as they cross through the loved fields
and dry gullies,
bringing with them unspoken conversation,
new thought suspended
without knowing,
awaited, but unattended.
A vastness of silent notes
accompanies us, a symphony
we have longed to hear
of belief far beyond
our interpretations, open
to the swinging movement, and the resting
between here and any horizon
you have ever dreamed, seeing
the other side
of this surrounding openness
coming to meet us,
this spaciousness which is halted and held,
where everything merges
immeasurable in its own resting.

Lyn McCredden 

 

Deity

Apostasy
A decree for heroism
Your fatal lesson for heretics
Even the Kubla Khan,
Its dome decree
Because reality was an enemy
Surely enmity is yours
When young hands fumble at adulthood
It smells of invasion
As if a holy alliance
Between someone else's territory
And your epitaph
Prophets of air and text
All the more sanctimonious
When no one is there to undo it.
Yet small hands joined
Becomes an unbreakable crowd
The burning can melt shrapnel
They bring you down
And call it worship a legacy
Others call it truncated

Kerry Ridgway

 

What I must cling to

sight's transaction with light
throb and swerve of voices
rain's scent on hot pavement
tiny spider's web art
morning mist hanging cool
moist odour of mown hay

freefalling in love's shock
stars shooting a scoured sky
forest breakfast's echoes
waterfall's silver plunge
quick pulse of silken skin
baby's chuckling wet kiss

strange train journey through snow
dawn in a great city
gleeful flea market finds
stark abbey's moon shadows
ache of harbour foghorns
thunder's warlord fanfare

estuary boats tide-beached
distant wildflowers haze
heavy silence of leaves
white house with blue shutters
winter hearth's lambent blaze
creaking of this old floor 

Ian C. Smith


Lyn McCreddenLyn McCredden teaches literary and cultural studies at Deakin University, Melbourne. She is the author of a number of critical texts on the sacred, including Intimate Horizons (with Bill Ashcroft and Frances Devlin-Glass) and Luminous Moments: the Contemporary Sacred.

Kerry RidgwayKerry Ridgway is a Melburnian who enjoys writing articles and poetry. She has written a book and screenplay, and enjoys writing about anything in any form.

Ian C. SmithIan C. Smith lives in the Gippsland Lakes region of Victoria. His work has appeared in Axon:Creative Explorations,The Best Australian Poetry, Five Poetry Journal, Island, Red Room Company, Southerly, and Westerly. His fifth book is Contains Language. 


Topic tags: new australian poems, religious poetry, Gelassenheit, Kerry Ridgway, Ian C. Smith

 

 

submit a comment

Existing comments

The poems from time to time published in Eureka are not my favourite reading.
Theo Verbeek | 06 December 2011


Thanks Lyn for your poem "Gelassenheit." I had just celebrated Mass - with the new Missal and the calmness and composure of the new Eucharistic Prayer III when I came over to the prebytery and found your morning offering on Eureka Street. "A vastness of silent notes accompanies us, a symphony we have longed to hear of belief far beyond our interpretations, open to the swinging movement, and the resting between here and any horizon you have ever dreamed, seeing the other side of this surrounding openness coming to meet us,"..... Your words have brought a deeper meaning to those of the new Missal for me. Thank you and gelassenheit auch to you.
Fr Mick Mac Andrew | 06 December 2011


Wonderful images. Something to keep for those reflective moments by a lambent fire.
Anne Doyle | 06 December 2011


Similar Articles

Feast of the fantastic

  • Peter Gebhardt
  • 20 December 2011

This place is bigger than any kingdom. It opens out, boundary-less, to everyone everywhere. It doesn't matter how many come, and the skateboarders will always get a seat at the banquet, where they will taste the wine and food, learn to sing with the host and rejoice in his good.

READ MORE

Savaging sex and religion

  • Tim Kroenert
  • 15 December 2011

Three teenagers are lured into the midst of a demented cult waging a brutal crusade against society's sexual profligacy; the Westboro Baptists re-imagined as violent extremists. This is not the first time questioning Catholic filmmaker Kevin Smith has had a go at religion.

READ MORE

We've updated our privacy policy.

Click to review