Sunday, April 5, 2015

James Broughton: "Easter Exultet"

                                                Shake out your qualms.
                                                Shake up your dreams.
                                                Deepen your roots.
                                                Extend your branches.
                                                Trust deep water
                                                and head for the open,
                                                even if your vision
                                                shipwrecks you.
                                                Quit your addiction
                                                to sneer and complain.
                                                Open a lookout.
                                                Dance on a brink.
                                                Run with your wildfire.
                                                You are closer to glory
                                                leaping an abyss
                                                than upholstering a rut.
                                                Not dawdling.
                                                Not doubting.
                                                Intrepid all the way
                                                Walk toward clarity.
                                                At every crossroad
                                                Be prepared
                                                to bump into wonder.
                                                Only love prevails.
                                                En route to disaster
                                                insist on canticles.
                                                Lift your ineffable
                                                out of the mundane.
                                                Nothing perishes;
                                                nothing survives;
                                                everything transforms!
                                                Honeymoon with Big Joy!

"Easter Exultet" by James Broughton, from Little Sermons of the Big Joy (Insight to Riot Press, 1994). Text as posted on Fresh Day (Volume 18). 

Art credit: "The Wings Become Windows Butterfly," photograph by e³°°°. The glasswinged butterfly has transparent wings.

1 comment :

  1. Love this! The simple declarative sentences pack in so much. Especially nice touch to capitalize "Big Joy" parallel with how reporters and others so often refer to Big Data and other things we're apparently glorifying in some way.
    "You are closer to glory
    leaping an abyss
    than upholstering a rut."


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