YOM KIPPUR

If we're going to need anything this Yom Kippur, we're going to need a new sort of religious person. Every sermon is the same these days. Every priest and preacher and rabbi seems to think that the antecdote to their shrinking congregations is to build up Catholicism, build up Jewishness. Now I have even heard of Hindu extremism. All the people of religion fighting each other, different schools of the same religion struggling for their own version to take precedence. How sad when anyone with eyes can see that the new people of God will come from all people. All over the world people of faith are coming together, and we must come together. Enough of this war business. This Yom Kippur I am praying for unity. I am praying for people of true prayer truly concerned with God to come together in the difficult, difficult work of love. I spent the first twenty-odd years of my life looking for the right title, the right name, the right way to describe myself by which picture of God I prayed to. Now, I understand why Jesus said the son of man has no place to lay his head. We have to let these names go for God's sake, and become homeless.

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The dark
is the place where all life
is conceived
and every dream is born
somewhere
east of porn
lies the yearing touch
the spurting fire
we need

and could it be
that i could be the spice you
need
and that we could be
seasoning for each other
that where darkness meets
light
virtue meets sin
and we are held
in
glory?

Um, um, i want to be with you
oh, i
can't wait to be with you
ah, God, just to taste you
fly to me lover
fly to me!

come to me sexy, come
come come
come candy cane
licorice wand
see me all mouth a'water lovely
come, quick
come

Surrounded by this great cloud of witnesses... by all of these people who have inspired me, by Edith Beale, by Frida Kahlo, by Ghandhi, by June Caldwell.... I have suddenly a great desire not to be them, but to answer the call they answered, and be myself.

What is the shofar saying today?
Maybe, perhaps, it is asking me what I a hungry for, what I really, really want. It seems we spend the majority of our time with half cravings and ghosts of what we desire, always out of energy, always semi-chasing what other people have told us we should desire. Going from silly thing to silly thing. And so we don't have anything. Do I want love? Do I want peace? I should. I think I do. What do I desire? And what do you?

this private funeral
you're having
won't change anything
only to get through the weeping
only to get through the moaning
only to allow the laughing
only to turn on the music

the joy

these are the things that will save you

rude horn
joshua's horn
ram's horn
thing of judgment
i don't need you today
today let me just sleep
a little longer
just let me linger
without question
without solitude
just let me soil myself a little
longer
i am not ready to wake up
or to inquire
to inquire
inquire
about who i am
or who you are
or walk far across the jordan
i don't wish to get my feet wet
no, the truth is i don't want to knock
down any walls
michael horn
Horn Last Day
--go away--

i don't want jericho to fall today

i
want to be awakened
but like all religious
people in the post
religious world
i want to be awakened selectively
and what if, when your ram's horn blows
it shocks me rocks me
what if i awaken on the landmine
what if this time
i wake up blinking
sleep walking
on fire
what if i wake up like the buried
alive

it takes a long time to climb out of
dirt

or if i see all i have is dirt
and burn all this shit on a pyre?

i am looking
for the poem of
being with you
surely is somewhere
in me
and not in these
musty scraps
these faded books
kept here in the office
or in the jaded looks
the tired looks
the life dead looks
of everyone around us
who was not there
to see the rapture
like Christs on crosses
on our faces
the bases of our hands touching
and then planting
against the mattress
against the head
of the bed
as in amaze
we planted ourselves
like lighting on trees
into each other

prayer ii

oh God
why should we wander from thing
to thing and stress to stress
eyes red with weariness
pulling our hair out
preachers have said these are
the last days
all because they wish it so
we all wish it so
like fearful monsters each
carrying deathwishes
afraid to touch the poison
we trundle on
hoping for the end to come
every slap in the face
discourteous word
bomb pointed
tyrrant anointed
is a little deathly prayer
for endings
what i am praying for now is sanity
what i am praying for now is peace

prayer

and does it seem like everything and
everything spirals
into all things
and not in that good way
but that colliding way
and all we can do is pray
and the folks that click
rosary beads are always
worried,
and have you notices that in
the eastern lands
the beads in their hands
their prayer beads
they call worry beads
but if worry is prayer
surely it is only the tail
sure when i say
that i would pray
what i am saying
is i am waiting
for joy to find me