Looking at death

Posted December 10, 2018 by Chris Ernest Nelson
Categories: Uncategorized


by Chris Ernest Nelson

We live our lives on the 
Edge looking down on death. 
We discover that we are flying,
Because below we can see death 
Reaches all the way to the horizon.

We can see death is not dark, but
Is filled with transcendent light
And rich with new growth so 
As to delight the senses
To invite us hence.

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No religion

Posted December 4, 2018 by Chris Ernest Nelson
Categories: Poetry, Uncategorized

by Chris Ernest Nelson

I look to no religion,
No creed, no book
To mark my path.

In a world twisted
With confusion and
Lured by crafty fate,

I lean on no religion
To guide the way
To my native bliss.

God is not across
The river in a land 
Beyond my reach.

My God is in the air
I breathe and in
The love I teach.

Confidence

Posted November 17, 2018 by Chris Ernest Nelson
Categories: Uncategorized

by Chris Ernest Nelson

I can see a miracle at work in Creation.
We are receiving the most sublime
blessing in being born into seeing.
From seeing we learn to understand
and from understanding we achieve
confidence in the Truth…
that Creation is
Perfect and Absolutely Good.
Creation is an expression of Love.
All the rest is frustration and distraction.


Of the earth

Posted November 14, 2018 by Chris Ernest Nelson
Categories: Poetry

by Chris Ernest Nelson

I am of the earth. The
earth is my mother.
I dream with the earth
of stars and a loving
hand. I ask for nothing
but the touch of earth
and a quiet journey
to reconciliation.

A perfect welcome

Posted November 14, 2018 by Chris Ernest Nelson
Categories: Poetry

by Chris Ernest Nelson
.
I see something moving
in the molecular dust.
Something miraculous
and alive, alive
with a Life that is
More Real,
More Perfect,
More Blessing
than our senses can
perceive.
.
It is kin to a gravity,
but with such power,
a black hole is
a gentle breeze
in its company.
All Creation is rushing
toward it, faster than
the speed of light.
It is God’s Perfect
welcome.
It is…

Only enough

Posted November 6, 2018 by Chris Ernest Nelson
Categories: Poetry

by Chris Ernest Nelson

The fate of our species depends little on the
future of the Democrat and Republican parties,
but rather it depends on how we as individuals, as
communities, as humans choose to live in this world.

Do we seek private benefits over community benefits;
do we seek community benefits over human benefits;
do we seek human benefits over the benefits of every
thing that lives with us on this tiny planet?

If we are to thrive, if we are to survive,
we have to give up a great many of our private,
our community benefits,
yes, even the benefits of our own species.

Help me to take from my neighbors,
from my fellow creatures, great and small,
only enough to survive at the very edge of oblivion.
Understanding that there is One Living Thing
and a healthy body must sustain all of its parts
or it will sicken and die.

Together again

Posted November 6, 2018 by Chris Ernest Nelson
Categories: Poetry

by Chris Ernest Nelson

If the Generator of Life grows tired
of us and sends us back into the
mechanical world of the flesh, let’s
see if we can arrange to be born at
the same time and in the same
neighborhood– So we can go to
middle school and college together;

So we can growl at each other
over petty misunderstanding, and
embrace in drunken camaraderie;
So I can be best-man at your wedding
and be painfully jealous at how
lucky you are to have wed that
girl every guy wanted to date;

So I can be godfather to your kid
and let you sleep on my couch when
your wife finally throws you out.
So I can comfort you when you hurt,
or despair: So I can curse you
for getting ugly sick and weep
at your bedside when you die.