The Man in the Noon

I rode Pegasus all morn,
Could have ridden all day,
Instead at noon
We gently come in to graze.

Emma said the Lord of the Manor
Will say unto you, “Work for me
You’ll be fed from my dovecote
Eggs and young fledglings that coo.”

Emma taught me to reply,
“You’ll not want me to work for you.
I’ve been sent to release the dove,
It is what I am called to do.”

I’ve broken into the dovecote,
Picked up the fluffy fledgling,
The one nearly ready for flight,
’tis now in my jacket, peeking out.

Now I throw the young dove
Up into the air.
Up towards the sun.
Squinting, I see it fly.

I call out at the top of my lungs,
If you don’t shoot for the stars
You’ll not land on the moon.
If you don’t land on the moon,

You will not see the whole earth,
So blue and beautiful,
So full of God’s people.
Hold it all in your heart.

Then ride a moon beam back
To perch on Pegasus’ head.
He’ll snort with delight,
Now you coo and I’ll begin to pray,

This noon
I stop
I put down
All I do.

The offering of my work
Is to you, God,
And to my love,
And to all your children too.

Thanks be to God
Who gave me life.
I love the people of this earth,
I’m sorry I judge them so.

Now I call out their names to you.
God, help us, hug us
With our demons
Whom we deny.

Then in your arms
We will know
We’re already loved,
Forgiven, renewed.

Come Pegasus
Did you graze well?
Your new friend the dove
Will guide us seeking.

It is time to fly,
Fluffy fledglings to find,
We’ll go
’till the sun starts to hide.

Jamie Coats                                           February 2015
 

Theme for 2015
The prayer in the middle of the poem contains the seven ways to pray in the Book of Common Prayer: 1) OBLATION; 2) THANKSGIVING; 3) PRAISE; 4) PENITENCE; 5) INTERCESSION; 6) PETITION; & 7) ADORATION.
 

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2 Comments

  1. Posted February 9, 2015 at 10:38 pm | Permalink

    Hi Jamie!
    Just home from the road, and found your card. Am so pleased that you’re still writing about fluffy things! I especially liked “I’m sorry I judge them so.”

    I hope you’re managing with all the snow. I have none (snif’), but it’s almost spring in Texas. Odd for this NYer to be wandering about in a denim jacket in February.
    Remembered to Kick Humpty for the last two days, but only because I was exhausted and had no choice. Hope our paths cross again soon.
    Blessings and Peace,
    Ana

  2. Margaret Schwarzer
    Posted March 25, 2015 at 1:54 pm | Permalink

    I have a deep affection for wing-ed things and for the Lenten wisdom of these four verses of the poem especially:

    The offering of my work
    Is to you, God,
    And to my love,
    And to all your children too.

    Thanks be to God
    Who gave me life.
    I love the people of this earth,
    I’m sorry I judge them so.

    Now I call out their names to you.
    God, help us, hug us
    With our demons
    Whom we deny.

    Then in your arms
    We will know
    We’re already loved,
    Forgiven, renewed.

    Blessings as Lent deepens into Holy Week,
    Margaret

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