POEM: The Curator

I am
The curator
Of your infinite beauty
Privy to collections timeless
And in real time
Streaming glorious tributaries
To the art of who you are

This is a poem about the glorious privilege in close relationships of having unique access to the beauty of another, particularly a lover.  Inspired by my muse and sweetheart, such beauty is an unending — as in head over heels — source of teeming enthrallment.  Joy is Most Infallible Sign Presence of God--PEACE QUOTE BUTTONI genuflect at the mass of wondrous moments and shared memories.  Mere reminiscence of our first kiss is lost in the wake of our most recent kiss.  Every new kiss shatters the inadequacy of my imagination with the surpassing reality of beauty ever anew.  In the face of such beauty, my poetry pales.  The irresistible invitation to shut up and kiss me blissfully wins the day, holy inseparable.  Only when apart is my poetry birthed, orphaned of such beauty, hankering for those unrivaled tears of joy.

This poem, while a testament to the beauty of human love, offers a parallel connection to an even more holy love. As so aptly stated by Victor Hugo in Les Miserables: “To love another person is to see the face of God.”  To love another person is to see the face of God. Victor Hugo, Les Miserables quote SPIRITUAL BUTTONThis should surprise no one who sees God as love.  God revels in your infinite beauty, even if others may not witness it.  You are an ongoing work of art only adequately appreciated when one subject experiences another subject, not merely for what they do or look like, but who they are, both a work and source of ineffable art and artistry.

In my poems, I frequently use “I am” in a single line.  This is meant to allude to God, “I AM.”  In Exodus 3:14, Moses is instructed to tell his fellow Israelites from whom he is sent: “I AM.”  The long version, “I AM WHO I AM,” speaks to the sovereign character of God.  To the less discerning this may simply appear akin to Popeye declaring “I am what I am,” or Forrest Gump simply affirming, “Stupid is as stupid does.”  However, in the pedagogy of God, such tautologies are unhelpful.  Whatever Popeye is, is what he is.  On the face of it, what stupid is, is what stupid does.  Still, whatever I might do, or however I may appear to you, does not fully define who I am.  Your unduplicated set of personal thoughts and feelings, hopes and desires, experiences and perspectives, confound explication and formulation.  And, as for you, as for God (or vice versa).  You, as an authentic subject, are not fully experienced if only related to as a thing that looks a certain way and behaves in a certain way. The sacredness of being beloved is not the same as merely being witnessed or even appreciated for what one is or how one behaves.  The sacredness of being beloved encompasses a reverence for our ongoing artistry, the chosen project of our unreplicable life, what ever that may be.  This reflects the love a parent has for a child, regardless of what they happen to be at any given moment, or how they behave.  This reflects the love one has for their beloved, seeking their beloved’s best, even when it may be in parent conflict with what is best for them.  Similarly, God, as an authentic subject, is not fully experienced simply by examining, however closely, creation, and what the universe looks like or how it behaves.  Such data sets, however extensive, and formulations, however complete, cannot capture the living God; just as you are not defined only by how you look to others and how your behaviors are perceived.  Two subjects meeting, experiencing one another: this is the stuff of gods and goddesses, where new worlds are created.  Theologians, philosophers, and even scientists, talk about God, but this has little resemblance to experience looking God in the I.  And if this peers inaccessible, find a good lover, have a child, maybe both.  You assuredly will be surprised!

POEM: Love Making

I was mistaken
All those years
Those sweetest ours
Thinking I was making love
When in truth
Love was making me

This love poem, as most of my poems, can be read several ways.  Of course, the simplest reading is a testament to the transformative power of romantic relationship love.  Love is more than something that we, as individuals, “make.”  Love is something larger than ourselves that we participate in.  Love makes us better humans, much more so than could be designed by our minds however clever, or imagined by our hearts however large and open.  Certainly, love makes us better than we could ever be outside of human relationships, on our own.

When thinking of poetry, I suspect that thinking of love poems is the most common and iconic.  Love, the mystery of mysteries, is at the heart of poetry, trying to put into words that which can’t quite be put into words.  I have described writing poetry as the heart and mind making love.  The melding of the workings of the heart and mind is a struggle for balance and wholeness that pervades every human endeavor.

Psalm 85:10 describes this as peace and justice kissing.  My intent in writing this poem was also to allude to such a wide theme, that of loving the world in a way that makes the world a better place for all.  Peace and justice kissing is the way this becomes a reality in the world.  Practicing that discipline of love makes us better humans, even if the reciprocity of that love is not immediately evident.  Describing such ventures as love of God — love of Love — is a common spiritual discipline to carry us through the dry patches of of unrequited love on earth.  Such love lives in the hope that the way of love (God’s will) will be “on earth as it is in heaven” (from the Lord’s prayer).  Of course, the demands of justice are trans-generational, perhaps perpetual, requiring a patience and perspective beyond our own life.  We don’t work simply for ourselves, that is if we are working in love and for justice.  It strikes me, sometimes in the face, that love of enemy is the gold standard spiritual practice for melding peace and justice, holding fast to perfecting love, in creating a world where one side fits all.  Every loving act brings us closer to peace and justice, no matter how far off they seem.  Every loving act engenders hope and courage for both the gentle patience and bold courage needed for peace and justice to kiss.  May you find love in every personal relationship, within your community, and in every conception of God you may have.

 

 

POEM: A Shoulder Above The Wrest

I pulled her over
Two the shoulder
Commuting her sentence
Proffering a rest
Having know knead for license
Or proof of assurance

I just got back from a holiday weekend with my sweetheart.  She had inspired this poem recently.  We both relish the mutual joy of her resting in my arms.  Also, she has had a long commute to work for a long time, thus the metaphorical reference to a respite from traffic.  May we all experience such arresting beauty!

POEM: Heaven Unearth

Heaven Unearth

Place
Your hand in mine
And I will
Skip
The rest
Of the whirled
My feat barely
Touching
The ground
Where heaven and earth meet
Together
Giving thanks
For earthly existence
And your heavenly
Place
Saying a prayer
For the forever lust
And grace for awe
That is right

Alright people, it’s only a week away from Valentine’s Day!  I promise to help fulfill my dream that loved ones everywhere get a love poem.  So, will you be doing your part on Valentine’s Day?  You are free to pawn any of my love poems for a little inspiration.  Here are some suggested (only somewhat suggestive) love poems: Stolen Glances, Our Weekend Away, Relationship Advice, Unconvincing, and Love Tag.  As I have been prone to say: I want to inspire you; that is, I want to breathe you in!  I will craft a poem suitable, or perhaps unsuitable, for my sweetheart, an audience of won!  WARNING: a Valentine’s Day without poetry may put you at risk for settling for prose…

POEM: Relationship Test

I like to be alone
Especially when you and I are together

I wrote this as a love poem.  Surprisingly, really surprisingly, I did not see the second way to read this poem. Herein lies the test.  If you read this poem as especially wanting to spend time alone together, then you pass.  If you read this poem as especially wanting to be separate when you are together, you fail.  If it is YOU who wants to be separate when together, then you have won a big red flag.  However, if you read the poem as your significant other as not wanting to be with you when you are together, this may merely indicate that YOU may have some insecurities about your relationship — not a bad thing to know.  Of course, if you, both of you, want to be together, regardless of any constellation of insecurities, then you can devise your own consolation prize alone, together.

Interestingly, I only became aware of the second way to read this poem after I gave it to my sweetheart — clueless meets insecurity?  Nothing a little alone time won’t solve…

POEM: Love Tag

“I love you.”
“I love you back,
you’re it!”

One of my more simple love poems, this playful back and forth is an invitation to continue exchanging loving acts and loving expressions.  Of course, “you’re it” is a pun, as an expression in the game of tag and as an expression that you are the one with whom I want to exchange love.  Keep playing!

POEM: Unconvincing

In stillness
I sometimes reach out
To touch her back
Trying to convince myself
That she is not an angel
And I find
Her lack of wings holy
Unconvincing

On a recent vacation, I wrote this love poem one early morning in bed with my lover and best friend (no, it was not a threesome).  I just had to get out of bed, temporarily, to ink this one, so she could read it with her morning coffee (while I was still in bed).

POEM: Relationship Advice

My advice
Treat her like the goddess she is
Engenders an inevitable response
What about this and that
I say
“Treat her like the goddess she is”
NOT
“Treat her like the goddess she isn’t”

What more can I say?  This love poem actually works better in practice than it reads.  Try it for yourself…

POEM: OWED TO MARRIAGE EQUALITY – Statue of Liberty Kissing Lady Justice

Here is my Independence Day tribute to marriage equality.  Enjoy!

Owed to Marriage Equality
by Dan Rutt, alias “Top Pun” (it’s just, my pun name)

When lady justice
Who is out of sight
Sees statuesque liberty
Carrying a torch for her
A liberty belle rings “out”
And from a Philly unbroken
Transcending brotherly love
Engendering flaming kisses
There is
Justice
Of the peace

Here is the much better, graphic version:

Statue-of-Liberty-Kissing-Lady-Justice-Marriage-Equality-Poem-FREE-POSTER

Download a free, printable PDF version of “Owed to Marriage Equality – Statue of Liberty Kissing Lady Justice

 

POEM: Divine Lover

One day
I asked God
What is it all about?
There was only silence
But with the look he gave me
We’ve been lovers
Ever since

POEM: Our Weekend Away

On our weekend away
I heard many rumors
Of magnificent scenery
And stunning views
And yet
I found myself
Effortlessly resisting
Any temptation
To take my eyes
Off of you

This love poem is dedicated to my sweetheart Maryjo.  The weekend get-away referenced was this last weekend, a Fall bike tour weekend at Mackinaw City, Michigan.  It included a sunrise bike ride across the Mackinaw bridge followed by a boat ride to Mackinac Island and bike ride around the island.  Perhaps needless to say, I was more than satisfied with my view…

LOVE POEM: Stolen Glances

I have a confession to make
I’ve stolen so many glances of you
And just us demands
That I stare into your eyes
Until further notice

This love poem is dedicated to my sweetheart, Maryjo.  Fortunately, when only the two of us are involved, the eyes have it!  May it be the same for you and your sweetheart…