Jamie Wright Bagley

Poetry for a Wild Existence

Poetry and creative space of Jamie Wright Bagley

Building Fire For Colder Days

Like all good stories
Around the fire,
We pause for effect...
We pause …
To sip the goodness of life
In this very moment:
To drink in the stars,
Our friendships,
The warmth and dancing light.
For when the path is hard,
When the rains come,
When our hands lie silent on the coverlet-
Illness or grief or ...
While our bodies sway to sorrow,
Our thoughts will yet cling
To this balm, this cure, this quiet joy-
Our eyes made healthful once more:
Faces reflecting the rest we’ve found
In our pine-scented, starry bliss.
This campfire communion: our spirit oasis.

Copyright © 2017, by Jamie Wright Bagley

The Bookbinders

We are the bookbinders of our own broken stories:
Love surveying damage
From a tossing, tearing world, and we...
Together we must choose the task
Of mending our hearts with our own gracious hands
You know-
You don’t have to skip to the end
To believe the book is worth it.

Divine Burden

I.

In order to weep for the world,

You have to carry it on your back.

But only briefly,

Moments at a time,

Lest the weight crush your knees

While you are yet praying.

 

II.

Hold upon your sloping shoulders

The striving rivers with mourning falls,

The veins of motherly earth,

Stretching eager fingers

Toward the vastness of binding oceans,

Shrinking not from the promise of storm.

 

III.

Feel the trembling depths with your palms,

The molten anxieties surface to fears,

Changing forever the living landscape,

Scorching and covering all that breathes,

Seething with a coming darkness,

Fuming with a millennium of silent rage.

 

IV.

Return it all to cosmic hand where living hope belongs.

You have seen and felt the divinely carried burden.

You have felt and savored the love-pulsing heart.

You have savored and memorized a Spirit song.

A life remembered, forgotten, reminded anew:

Your place in time. Your compassionate gaze.

 


(Updated: Original from Nov. 14, 2014.)

The Way To Resist

Keep moving. Keep moving.
Children know this secret:

They thrive by forgetting the words "hold still"
As soon as they are uttered.

Why are the lessons thought to tame
Becoming the ones that hurt us most?

If life holds us down beneath the waves
It is best to remember the way to resist.

How To Proceed

You know what creates hope
Life goes backward when we stand aside, horrified
Our future will answer to this one question:
Will you, will I give in to this fear?

You know what creates hope
Life disappoints, and reality is too real
Our stories are how we are once again saved:
What tale will we dare to tell this year?

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