Second Prize 2007 Christian Publishers Poetry Prize $100
For several decades, Gary Brown has been a poet, artist and occasional musician; living in Dallas, Texas since 1979. His poetry was first published at age 10, an early indicator of his creative tendencies which would later be revealed through his involvement in acting, playwriting, performing as a singer/song writer/musician, visual artist and writer. However, poetry has always been his first passion. For the last few years he has been carefully constructing several volumes of work, simultaneously, and will pursue various publishing and online readership options within the next year or two. Gary also runs a small, specialized laboratory services consulting company which he began 18 years ago. He anticipates relocating to El Salvador in the not-to-distant future with plans to continue his active involvement in the arts, perhaps by starting an arts related ministry.
The Pesach Stone (Easter)
Dawning light, not yet spread, illuminates rock and tree and flower;
barely, but not clearly seen at this time-frozen, quiet hour.
Faint light whispers 'cross a scene where it had never gone nor lit.
Not since before time had name or face or place for it to fit...
Not since the hand of God's own mind cast elements, earth and human breath...
Not since that unique urge of God to create life which knew no death...
had such a morning, silent-opened to a moment so profound,
upon a sight not seen by man, especially upon this ground.
Dew bent ray of rising sun on surface of that stone's cold mass
dances in an unknown tongue of energy which was sent to pass
through this boulder's center being, to its heart and core and more;
permeating it like water, in it, 'round it o'er and o'er.
Heavy, huge and hewn by God before time begun,
this ancient citizen of earth, never known nor seen as one
whose role would matter, existence count for much except to wear away
and join itself back to the dust God shaped it of on that first day.
This night turned morning, even now, appointed Stone of Destiny
is found, selected, gently moved; God's finger nudges tenderly.
Then earth as birthing forth its own, groans in tremors from the leaven
and as celestial hosts erupt in voice illuminating Heaven,
as Lucifer screams in defeat and Death, his only son... expires,
and as redemption, yet unseen, prepares to rescue from the fires
the sealing stone cracks ajar, slightly shifts and shuffle-rolls
away as hand of Christ does guide; its task complete, now silent, tolls.
Copyright ©2007 by Gary Brown