D. H. Lawrence

POETRY: Deeper Than Love, by D. H. Lawrence

June 24, 2015

There is love, and it is a deep thing but there are deeper things than love. First and last, man is alone. He is born alone, and alone he dies and alone he is while he lives, in his deepest self. Love, like the flowers, is live, growing. But underneath are the deep rocks, the living rock that lives alone and deeper still the unknown fire, unknown and heavy, heavy and alone. Love is a thing of twoness. But underneath any twoness, man is alone. And underneath the great turbulent emotions of love, the violent herbage, lies the living rock of a single creature’s price, the dark, naïf pride. And deeper even than the bedrock of pride lies the ponderous fire of naked life with its strange primordial consciousness of justice and its [...]

PRAYER: Prayers For The Healing Of The Earth

June 24, 2013

U. N. Environmental Sabbath Program We join with the Earth and with each other. To bring new life to the land To restore the waters To refresh the air We join with the earth and with each other. To renew the forests To care for the plants To protect the creatures We join with the Earth and with each other. To celebrate the seas To rejoice in the sunlight To sing the song of the stars We join with the Earth and with each other. To recreate the human community To promote justice and peace To remember our children We join with the Earth and with each other. We join together as many and diverse expressions of one loving mystery: for the healing of the Earth and the renewal of all life. Nancy Wood My help is in the mountain Where I take [...]

POETRY: Lord’s Prayer by D. H. Lawrence

April 22, 2013

For thine is the kingdom the power, and the glory— Hallowed be thy name, then Thou who art nameless— Give me, Oh give me besides my daily bread my kingdom, my power, and my glory. All things that turn to thee have their kingdom, their power, and their glory. Like the kingdom of the nightingale at twilight whose power and glory I have often heard and felt. Like the kingdom of the fox in the dark yapping in his power and his glory which is death to the goose. Like the power and the glory of the goose in the mist honking over the lake. And I, a naked man, calling calling to thee for my mana, my kingdom, my power, and my [...]

POETRY: D. H. Lawrence on God, Evil, and Man

October 10, 2012

God Where sanity is there God is. And the sane can still recognize sanity so they can still recognize God. God and the Holy Ghost There is no sinning against God, what does God care about sin! But there is sinning against the Holy Ghost, since the Holy Ghost is with us in the flesh, is part of our consciousness. The Holy Ghost is the deepest part of our own consciousness wherein we know ourselves for what we are and know our dependence on the creative beyond. So if we go counter to our own deepest consciousness naturally we destroy the most essential self in us, and once done, there is no remedy, no salvation for this, nonentity is our portion. When Satan Fell When Satan fell, he only fell because the Lord Almighty rose a bit too high, a [...]

POETRY: The Measuring Worm, and other beastie poems

August 29, 2012

A Measuring Worm This yellow striped green Caterpillar, climbing up The steep window screen, Constantly (for lack Of a full set of legs) keeps Humping up his back. It’s as if he sent By a sort of semaphore Dark omegas meant To warn of Last Things. Although he doesn’t know it, He will soon have wings, And I, too, don’t know Toward what undreamt condition Inch by inch I go. (Richard Wilbur) Parable of the Moth Consider this: a moth flies into a man’s ear One ordinary evening of unnoticed pleasures. When the moth beats its wings, all the winds Of earth gather in his ear, roar like nothing He has ever heard. He shakes and shakes His head, has his wife dig deep into his ear With a Q-tip, but the roar will not cease. It seems as if all [...]

POETRY: God is Born, by D. H. Lawrence

August 26, 2012

The history of the cosmos is the history of the struggle of becoming. When the dim flux of unformed life struggled, convulsed back and forth upon itself, and broke at last into light and dark came into existence as light, came into existence as cold shadow then every atom of the cosmos trembled with delight. Behold, God is born! He is bright light! He is pitch dark and cold! And in the great struggle of intangible chaos when, at a certain point, a drop of water began to drip downwards and a breath of vapour began to wreathe up Lo again the shudder of bliss through all the atoms! Oh, God is born! Behold, He is born wet! Look, He hath movement upward! He spirals! And so, in the great aeons of accomplishment and debacle from time to time the [...]