Three Poems by Robert Jewett

1. We Entrust Ourselves, Mind, Body and Spirit (a creed)
2. Christ-Strider
3. Knowing

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We Entrust Ourselves, Mind, Body and Spirit


To the One...
    who brought all things into being,
    sustaining in life everything that is.
This is the Source, the renewing Power,
    beyond comprehension, before all time,
    bringing light out of darkness, sense from confusion,
    order from chaos, and out of death life...
    for us and for all humankind.

Such promised hope and fullness of life
    was known to our ancestors through timeless faith,
    and, more, to ourselves within our own age.
    But we’ve turned our back, relentless and proud,
    though often recalled by poet and sage.

Still, when the time came, the moment just right,
    there arose in our midst, fulfilling all hope,
    one born of young Mary, Joseph’s new bride,
    a Man fully human like unto us
    but, unlike us, living ever with faith,
    incarnating here Fullness of Life,
    illum’ning our world with Light and with Truth.

Jesus, this “Christ” was anointed with Power.
    to call everyone into fullness like his.
    He healed the diseased and cured many lame.
    He welcomed the outcaste, dined with the shamed
    He counseled the wise andheartened the poor,
    confronted the rich and challenged the strong,
    and willingly walked down his grim, steadfast path
    to death at the hands of those powers-that-be.

But they cannot claim the victors’ bright crown,
    for from mortal death he’s been raised to New Life!
    Against that dark world he now shines in Light!
    From chaos, afresh his community lives,
    and labors anew on his Way,

That this Truth may be, the Spirit has come-
    the wondrous life-giver and guide in confusion,
    worshiped and cherished throughout all the ages-
    come to unite all believers as One,
    commissioned and cleansed in baptism’s love,
    new-birthed out of Self, from abuse and deceit.
    and open to all with true faith.

Emboldened in faith and empowered in Christ,
    we solemnly pledge ourselves to proclaim
    forgiveness and hope, good news of salvation,
    trusting the Spirit will kindle New Life,
    and Love will prevail evermore.

Robert A. Jewett
July 8, 2006

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Christ-Strider

(set to ''Memory" from Cats)

Strider,
Christ who walks close beside me,
Christ my brother and healer,
Christ the Wisdom divine.
His hand rests on my shoulder, ever urging me on,
Bringing comfort, bringing Life.

Ranger,
Guarding, guiding, and leading,
Ranging far out beyond me
Into regions unknown.
In his footsteps I pledge myself to follow his way,
Onward pressing into life.

On the dust-strewn, torturous pathway,
climbing ever towards sunrise...
Through dark clouds of numbing doubt and loneness
his presence snug-wound 'round me...

Champion,

Standing ever beside me,
Clad in honor so brilliant
No assault can prevail.

So protected, enheartened by his constant support
I dare enter life's melee.

(Music half-repeat)

In stem courtrooms, by stank bedsides,
on dim by-ways and wharves,
Stunning advocate and wayside sent'nel
E'er watchful, wise, and steadfast...

Christ... Lord!
You go ever before me,
Walk so quietly with me,
Guard behind and before.
Drive the wolves off, on eagle-wings then soar in the Light.
Lift me with you into Life!

RA Jewett, Waldoboro 08/06

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Knowing

Toward me-

relaxed, recumbent, stilled-
again the healer comes.
Unseen
but felt...
a presence sensed
of companionship, concern, compassion.
Yet more it is,
I know.

I am moved to rise
and strew at his feet
petals of golden roses
or pink-edged lilies from the lakes
or silken-soft, iridescently creamy lotuses, indeed-
could I find enough
hereabouts.
In awe and gratitude
and reverence
would I strew them before the path
of him who comes again,
and even kneel
to kiss his feet
in homage
and gratitude.
Except that would be too much,
too much sadly,
for this man who walks toward me.

Or-more appropriate an honoring, it feels-
respectfully would I drape around his shoulders
a scarf of purest silk,
straightforwardly scarlet,
as for someone who quietly moves surrounded with an aura from beyond.
With passionate devotion
it would embrace his squared shoulders,
and across his broad chest hang down
long and gently folded,
maybe dangling three or four tassels on each end
and perhaps
a tiny silver bell or two.

which every now and then could lightly announce
to any near enough to hear
the awesome presence
of divinity.

Instead,
through my hot tears of gratefulness
I laugh softly
And wonderingly muse,
"O Great One,
is it you coming toward me now
wearing Carnival-like
this wondrously human disguise?!"
Your hands arch over me, I know;
I feel their presence.
Your fingers lightly stroke my heaving chest, I sense;
and peace like a Springtime dusk flows quietly into my heart
as darkling clouds, once so threatening, now flee across my sunset skies
like a routed pack of scruffy neighborhood-terrorizing dogs
slink away into their night,
with heads hanging
and scraggly tails between their legs.

These hands are his hands.
I know.
These fingers are his fingers.
I know.
It is his presence hovering over me
caring,
cleansing,
calling me forth
into new life.
I know.

But
constantly now I can see
the grey-feathered wings of your Presence
stretching wide above and behind me,
circling around and below me,
enfolding me with your caring,
protecting me with your closeness,
empowering me with your compassion.
Now, I see.
And, surely,

they have always.
I know.

... Still shaken in thought by this Presence,
yet quieted in spirit by this Truth,
I look up
into this gentle man's eyes.
With a sweeping gesture I move one hand
from the crown of my head down past the entirety of my body,
and I ask,
wishing it could be totally without words at all,
"Do you understand?'

And-
without a word?-
while still my piercing gaze presses into the cerulean purity of his eyes-
so calm,
so vibrant as they always seem-
I feel as though I am moving truly through their steely softness
toward an answer that speaks from far beyond their warmth.
He replies-
in absolute,
devouring,
holy
silence-
"I know."

Robert A. Jewett
Damariscotta Chiropractic Center

Damariscotta, Maine
December 12. 2002

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