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  Saints Among and in Us

 
 

Their love of all that’s ordinary
is so admired by the rest of us
who struggle in the halter of living, the binds 
reminding us we’re human, and less,
it seems in the curdle of curses when ev-
erything some days slips under our nails
and in the screech of damaged ideals
we wonder what we’re doing at all.

How they seem to smile, at what?
The dun and corduroy of the day
seem cause to twinkle, reminding us
of families of saints—or,
in clouds of jealousy, they’re weird.

But what you’d say if suddenly
you saw the radiance that lives 
behind, beyond, below, above,
inside, around, revealing all
is special?—even a mud black pig
snorting the sewage channel in village
India! By . . . that . . .
shining . . . all . . . this . . . shines.

What’s everyday and dun, cord-
uroy, and where’s the halter, its twists? 
Where have we been, in days of daze?
Now open eyes, the jailor dies,
and ordinary, unfurled, flies!

 

  Ronald Jorgensen
15 April 2006 -3 August 2007
© Ronald Jorgensen








Notes: Although dun’s leading meaning is
brownish-gray, its root includes other
smudge-like colors, fumes, “be-clouded in
the senses”, and dozing. The phrase with
the ellipses is from the Katha Upanishad.