John Stephen Reynolds

Dallas, Texas, USA

John has spent most of his life studying, practicing, and pursuing the Fine Arts, beginning his piano studies when he was thirteen. John realized he had an ability to write poetry in his Junior English Class, when he was seventeen. John has lived in Dallas the past twelve years, since his marriage to his wife, Virginia-his life long love. He has three book-length manuscripts of poetry, yet un-published. He has been published several times by the National Library of Poetry. He is thinking of putting some of his poems into chap books. John is also an artist and singer.

My Dear, Will You Pray With Me?

My Dear, My Darling
An arch of gold, and the glory of a Master's music
set against the azure, which falleth
into the multi-hued purple of eventide
when I love alone, and especially when I love thee, My Darling,
and kiss, kiss thee-embracing thee, my wife who is light
to my mind and eyes-and there in the azure-purple moment,
embracing thee, I find comfort in thine embrace from my sorrow:
for the world around me, and the raging people-they are as sheep,
untended and without a shepherd: and they refuse mercy and tending.
O Beloved Wife, My Dear: through thee and thy kisses and thine embrace
and the ecstasy of thy loving, exploding into a million
tiny island-universes within my body, heart and soul,
and thou creating God's heavenly infinity within me,
Kissed and complete; through these tendernesses,
the Lord God gives me His injection of Love and Peace-and so My Darling,
My Dear, when my weeping subsides to natural breath, and thou wipest away
the tear-stains from my face: My Darling, will you pray with me
for the sheep, untended and bedraggeled-that someone may comb
all the wool and tend their wounds which I could not, nor knew not how? Selah.

Seeing Jordan

Oh, prepare-let us prepare the clouds of the aeons,
multivariate in color, uplifting the heart in their
magnificence: let the Airs, the Breathings of the
Centuries and Millennia exhume the exhaust, the smog of
sight too short, from the mind; and bring in the
flowering of Love, the Love of God for us, for each of us.
Behold, by the light of new sunshine, the new and sensuous
worlds within the mind and heart: worlds filled with the
kiss and the loving of Sentience,
and we, by Sentience knowing Who we are-that we love,
that we make love in the deepest Significance of the Spirit:
for by love, we have come to know a universe,
a sky spanning as deeply within us- as the sky above us
the Heavens. For we know we are the children of God,
and by the sight of great and lovely light, our eyes
perceive that Vision has ultimately fused the
mighty outer creation with the mighty inner creation, by
Understanding, into a Union-and Infinity flows like a river
through both-for they are become one in the mighty Making
of Love: for Love, by Love-Making, has made itself visible to
us, living in the Creation.
Now will I look with new eyes within me: and behold,
the Jordan rolleth, and the star of Bethlehem shineth
forever and evermore.

Two Boys

Two little boys lay on the beach,
warming their backsides in the sun,
and talked of things
that concern little boys.