February 26, 2015

Richard Spilman

FOR JEFF, ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF HIS DEATH

We have come to the point
where death will sever
what once made us whole
and what may be has not
yet announced itself.

You have gone before
to scout this new world
for those of us afraid
there might be more
than just death, and life

after, that in fact
what we have known
so knowingly might be
only part of the story,
the rest as amazing as

the shock of a bomb
hidden in a bouquet
of flowers given on a
street corner by a veiled
girl with beautiful eyes.

You have gone before,
you have taken her gift,
breathed the scent
of her flowers, lost
yourself in her eyes.

from Rattle #45, Fall 2014
Tribute to Poets of Faith

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Richard Spilman: “We all have faith—faith that the garbage we leave at the curb will be picked up, that the patch on the right front tire won’t blow on the freeway, that the air we breathe will satisfy our lungs. But faith in God is something entirely different—embracing not only the insubstantial but the nothingness that precedes all creation. Kierkegaard compared faith to jumping off a cliff, but it’s not nearly so dramatic or (thinking of Wile E. Coyote) so comic. But it does require, on good days, the ability to live not as if the world were transformed by my internal vision but as if I can be transformed by the inner heat of a world that, even at its most magical, is never what it seems to be.”

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February 25, 2015

Roz Spafford

CREDO

from “The Gospel According to Mary”

Look for me among the missing—
the lost ones
their bones thrown—

Look for me in the shadows,
light taken from light,
true god from true god, begetting—

Look for me in disguise
as the dove, the Ghost who holds
the place I’ll never own.

* * *

I am the thing invisible—
the missing other
in plain sight.

Father, son and—not mother?
Who: the giver of life?
Who: the maker of flesh?

The Trinity, broken:
Two men and a ghost.

* * *

Re-dream history:
Who would have survived
if God had been whole?

God the family, not
the father. The prophets speaking
in the mother’s voice.

In more than one: Church,
child, creed, I believe.
In the remaining grace, I believe.

from Rattle #45, Fall 2014
Tribute to Poets of Faith

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Roz Spafford: “My life-long argument with God—where have you been? why do you permit such suffering?—culminated when I began to write a series of poems in Mary’s ‘voice.’ I had tried rejecting God entirely—as a teenager, I had attempted to become ‘unsaved’ by standing on the cliffs overlooking the ocean shouting, ‘I renounce you,’ three times. It was a kind of temper-tantrum. With the Mary poems, I used another strategy: rewriting the Gospels. That I have not yet been struck dead for hubris offers ambiguous evidence—for a God who is generous, disinterested or absent. Still, why would one argue with God if he/she were not there to be argued with?” (website)

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February 24, 2015

Tim Sherry

DISH TEAM AT CHURCH CAMP

Dish team isn’t washing feet
bowed before the shamed and poor.
It isn’t getting anyone to heaven
because of its goodness.
The dirty side is the plates and pans
coming at you like Lucy’s chocolates
and staying just behind enough
to keep up. Human frailty itself.
The clean side is sanitized hands
touching only the things ready to put away
that come out hot! from the big dishwasher
someone named Aunt Alice. Purity of spirit.
Shouting Hallelujah! is the new guy’s idea
of Trinity involved in doing dishes.
If only it was that way at home.
Here it’s part of the deal for the staff
who volunteer—room and board
for the summer to work garbage, plumbing,
lawns and gardens, child care, anything
needed to keep thy neighbor—
and then everyone does dish team
once a week to seal the covenant.
At home it’s a chore
just to load the dishwasher once a day.
At church camp it’s Dish Team!
for three hours after every meal
with the Father one hour,
the Son another hour, and the Holy Ghost
whooping it up until the last dish is done.

from Rattle #45, Fall 2014
Tribute to Poets of Faith

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Tim Sherry: “I usually put it simply and say my faith is traditional—Lutheran. Raised in the church and active throughout my life, I have a firm understanding of mainline Christian theology and orthodoxy. However, I also have questions. Those questions often lead me to search for answers in other ways than through churchgoing, and living in the Pacific Northwest, I have often gone to the mountains for answers.”

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February 23, 2015

Aisha Sharif

WHY I CAN DANCE DOWN A SOUL-TRAIN LINE IN PUBLIC AND STILL BE MUSLIM

My Islam be black.
Not that Nation of Islam
“Don’t-like-white-folks”
kind of black. I mean my Islam be
who I am—black, born and raised
Muslim in Memphis, Tennessee,
by parents who converted
black. It be my 2 brothers
and 2 sisters Muslim too
black, praying at Masjid Al-Muminun,
formally Temple #55,
located at 4412 South Third Street
in between the Strip Club
and the Save-A-Lot black.
My Islam be bean pie black,
sisters cooking fish dinners
after Friday prayer black,
brothers selling them newspapers
on the front steps black, everybody
struggling to pay the mortgage back
black.

My Islam be Sister Clara Muhammad School
black, starting each day
with the pledge of allegiance
then prayer & black history
black. It be blue jumpers
over blue pants, girls pulling bangs out
of their hijabs to look cute
black. My Islam be black & Somali
boys and girls, grades 2 through 8,
learning Arabic in the same classroom
cuz we only had one classroom
black. It be everybody wearing a coat inside
cuz the building ain’t got no heat
black.

My Islam be the only Muslim girl
at a public high school
where everybody COGIC asking sidewise,
What church you go to?
black. It be me trying to explain hijab
black, No, I don’t have cancer. No,
I’m not a nun. No, I don’t take showers
with my scarf on. No, I’m not
going to hell cuz I haven’t accepted
Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior
black. My Islam be riding on the city bus
next to crackheads and dope boys
black, be them whispering black,
be me praying they don’t follow me home
black.

My Islam don’t hate Christians
cuz all my aunts, cousins,
and grandparents be Christian
black. It be joining them for Easter
brunch cuz family still family
black. My Islam be Mus-Diva
black, head wrapped up,
feathered and jeweled black. It be me
two-stepping in hijab and four-inch heels
cuz dancing be in my bones
black.

My Islam be just as good as any Arab’s.
It be me saying, No, I ain’t gonna pray
in a separate room cuz I’m a woman
black. And, Don’t think I can’t recite Quran too.
Now pray on that black!

My Islam be universal
cuz black be universal.
It be Morocco and Senegal,
India and Egypt. My Islam
don’t need to be Salafi
or Sufi. It don’t have to be
blacker than yours black.
My Islam just has to be.

from Rattle #45, Fall 2014
Tribute to Poets of Faith

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Aisha Sharif: “Poetry is a vehicle that allows me to write through an understanding of God, religion, and myself; my faith is constantly explored, tested, and revised with every draft of a poem. My Muslim faith pushes me to write about being a religious minority; it has also propelled me to use poetry to break traditional stereotypes surrounding Islam and Muslim women.”

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February 20, 2015

Marilyn Robertson

BELIEF

On the way to the post office this morning,
I thought about the odd things we believe.

Things we swear by, pray to, put our trust in,
or wear printed on the back of a T-shirt.

Tarot cards. Crystal balls.
Runes and rattlesnakes.

First stars, second sight—
not to mention elves and Armageddon.

Just look at me, believing that someone
might have written me a letter,

that the world is in good hands,
that a man once walked out of a stone-cold tomb

into the light of day, leaving
poor old Death completely in the dark.

from Rattle #45, Fall 2014
Tribute to Poets of Faith

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Marilyn Robertson: “Here’s one definition of religion: concern over what exists beyond the visible. I find that belief in the ineffable, in the Divine, gives life a shimmer, an edge. A good edge. One you can walk on. And poetry, for me, is scripture—a prayer.”

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February 19, 2015

Scott Corbet Riley

LENNON LYRIC

Even picking up the dry-cleaning, even
chewing the Eucharist or at home chewing
thought, he thinks can anyone hear my thought?
Hello, he says to passersby, hello,
without a word, but they continue without
a glance. It’s like he thinks his voice is an

unneeded glut, and language too unneeded.
But when he avoids language he thinks but
words keep cropping up, which of course are words
so language must be to thinking what so
many stones are to quarries or many
steps are to a path and to lose your step

what’s that? To wander into the brush of what’s
not? And what would your feet be if they’re not
feet, which is to say could you trust your feet
if they weren’t called feet to carry you if
the path you’re on’s not a path but words and the
it we them everything’s a part of it.

from Rattle #45, Fall 2014
Tribute to Poets of Faith

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Scott Corbet Riley: “After college, I attended an Episcopal seminary for two years—and thought briefly about joining the priesthood. Instead, I elected to marry a priest and study poetry. While I consider myself an Episcopalian, I am significantly less interested in denominational caterwauling than I am intrigued by the relationship between material reality and the unseen world of the imagination. My poetry explores—and, I hope, embodies—the ways in which language connects us to that unseen world.” (website)

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February 17, 2015

David Radavich

CANTICLE

Somehow words
are not enough.

At least
not ones I see.

There’s a hollow
thud against

the world,

not singing
but a kind of pain.

Maybe listen
instead to birdsong,

fly out
as seed-robber

and speak
only the love

that has no name,
that cannot save.

from Rattle #45, Fall 2014
Tribute to Poets of Faith

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David Radavich: “An Episcopalian by denomination, I am eclectic in my beliefs, which inform not only my writing but my essence as a human, how I view and experience events in the world, even the way I take care of my body through meditation and yoga. The imagery in my work often incorporates subtle or not-so-subtle references to religious iconography, which even in our time retains its power and mystery, its ability to stir a deeper register of our lives. And at some level, all that is never far from politics.” (website)

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