If There Is Room for Miracles
for R Kaiser
if there is room for miracles
it will begin in this place
when darkness has crept before the dawn
and pale shadows of hope sneak out from hiding
if there is room for love's expansion
it must start now and never cease
when guests out-of-town can pull you down,
you are still here and fighting
this room's reprise might be too brief - -
a space of repose, hardly a mansion
yet when time arrives to take a room,
install belief now all the wiser
relief increases with good credit,
as clearing space can hold your room
and don't postpone a single day
since grief's reservations make joy a miser
should mocking shock that interior decorator,
gaze then within with steadfast eyes - -
here your hallways are peeling with sadness
here your colors are muted inside
your attitude seems so oddly tinted,
floor plans & walls dulled where you reside - -
when you economize to relate with strangers,
take a cold look at deposits which negate gladness
if previous bedmates distract from madness,
rethink old tenants' rent and druthers - -
fine lodging's too short to make a dent,
and some of us are more dented than others
griefs are like persistent relatives
whose tabs seem always fully paid - -
has familial clutter ever augured success?
as obvious as breath, with this knowledge begin,
when leasing space for every regret,
release new rooms to spontaneous persons
you've never met, living beneath your skin
all of humanity has come before you,
generations quickly forgotten, shoulders of ancestors
piled to dusty chapters of time. Countless faces & places,
landscapes ever-changing, continents moving & shifting,
the vacuity of empires arising, and then the divide - -
no matter how specific or general your charges,
expressive shapes arrive within residences of being,
stories of forever we believed you would foretell - -
and should you groan at debt-loads,
be reminded of windows,
openings to Spirit
determining heaven or hell
No one injures your dwellings like daily restrictions
- - most of us the jail keepers who keep us unwell - -
when your heart is torn, the sun's yet blithely blazing - -
mock up bright amazement, as wounds' teeth seize upon the lazy
try to impress me, says mistress life, imprint sharp circumstance!
this round's a burial ground, a delirious spin of magnificence!
cling to me, she implores, with azure skies and saffron watercolors - -
the cremation of your mark's a furnace starkly taken - -
damn predictability! Make no mistake, it's prime time for celebration!
these places you inhabit, consciousness itself,
constant and fluid as weather and age,
are timeless moments, taking charge of your brigade,
since surrounding walls are masters of your light & shade - -
if there is room to suspend cynical belief,
if there is room for grace buried in despair,
if there is room for decisions you wouldn't face,
if there is room to be reborn not younger,
yet ever more stronger than any oath
you thought you'd ever previously sworn - -
begin with every breach upon this morn
seize denizens from this transient motel of morrow
destroy delinquent contracts, make keys to discover
spaces cleaved in an instant to your path fully recovered
crowns littered with thorns of false starts,
are stolen suites of glittering derision,
sorry states of promised rent,
homeless to the heavens,
down roads of always infinite possibilities
singing presence wordlessly rings
- your staggering upon this stage -
you may yet become emboldened
as only tins of hesitation
can dim your luster of legacy golden
I must leave you now.
if there's room for miracles in your life,
majesty of the formless, realms beyond your mind,
you must recall, as breezily as you created room
for certainty of facts you believed were defined - -
as absolute as your grumbles & complaints
we've heard your vinegar, piss and shout
in death's tender kiss there now exists
far countries you can't ever fully know,
departing forever rooms of oldest doubt
what fools mortals are, to capture the Infinite,
and you - - limited in one latest room to embody!
who are your guests for dinner?
when does your lover arrive for lodging?
divine inner presence, to hear the song of your belonging.
(Soothing anxiety with hymns inside your head,
whispering wisdom, sharing beds of unrest,
decades of strangers you might befriend as angels
to tease wings to open, that you might become blessed)
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