Is the frostbite that forms upon our cheeks
as we make our journey home.

© 2013 D. Patrick Collins


The Crowns of Heaven
Unlike the Crowns of Earth
Are found
Not when standing up
But kneeling down.

© 2013 D. Patrick Collins

The Baptism of Jesus

On His way down He
Tore the very fabric of Heaven
And tripped over God knows how
Many other natural laws
To get to His Son

At the water’s edge
In his thirtieth year of humanity
He who had shown so much promise
Had on this day little to show for himself
Beyond river-soaked clothes and gasping breath

Of air and life He descended, drawing closeby
To say: Look you know none of this matters
But one thing: You are my son
And I love you more deeply
Than this world can ever cast a dark shadow

Upon your countenance: I am your mirror
And the reflection looking back at you
Shall ever be Me, doing harm if necessary
To Heaven and life itself
To reveal I love

More deeply than human effort
Can prove otherwise: In the place below
The flood waters having carried away
All your best intentions which have come to
Nothing but tearful repentance:

There the Light shines in darkness
Like water casting playful reflections
High up on the ceiling of Heaven
Which are my thoughts for you
In whom I am a deep well

Pleased Father: I can be no other.
In this moment I have brought you
To perfect rest, that I might move
Heaven and earth as necessary
To lift you up.

So let us now you and I allow this journey
Come to an end, before this journey has begun.
Look closely into My eye:
You cannot fail: You’ve already won.

© 2013 D. Patrick Collins

Pray like a Child

Author’s Note: I have had different reactions to this poem, including the dreaded “I don’t get it.” So I thought I would say a few words as to what it means to me.

We often regard prayer as a solemn and reverent act, the more solemn and reverent in fact, the better. Even in the more non-traditional churches where solemnity is lost, nonetheless a formal, almost formulaic approach to prayer exists, as though the tone of voice and choice of words betters our chances of being heard. But if one looks closely at the words of Jesus concerning prayer, it is not the reverent who necessarily obtains what is sought, but rather the one who simply refuses to take no for an answer. And this is what one often finds in the heart of a child. A thing in fact we consider undesirable. But before God, is it?

Be blessed, and pray like a child.

I had a dream I was praying to God
But had forgotten how

to hold my hands, or head, or kneel or bow
or choose my words or thoughts just so

it was as though
I was no more than a child who hadn’t been taught

a thing about not
getting my way.

Night and day
I kicked and screamed

at injustice. I cried over what seemed
the least little thing

concerning human suffering;
I could not be consoled

once awakened, nor told
“shhh!” or “no” — till satisfied was my thirst

for righteousness. Of all who prayed, I no doubt was the worst.
But one thing I knew: More than any other: I was adored

And I could not, would not, be ignored.

© 2013 D. Patrick Collins

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