I
read Songs
for Ascent: Poems by David Robert
Jones, and I was as taken by the beautifully written introduction as I was
by the beautifully written poems.
Jones
calls this collection “a long series of insufficient prayers for reparation. In
fact, one might understand these verses best by imagining them in the context
of the pained monologue of the prodigal son during his long walk back home to
beg a favor of his father.”
And
so they are. These are poems/psalms about redemption and grace, the profound
understanding of the separation from God, and the sheer wondrous amazement that
the hand still reaches to touch our lives. Read “Debase, My Pharisee Wonder
Working:”
and
desperately sweeping and bloodied hands
to
press
the
lesser—
the
broken, the searching, the weak—
down
further than myself to keep me always,
in
my own esteem, one step above total
destruction.
to
wittingly shun the scarred hands that
reached
down to
save
me, dust me off,
bring
me back to higher than I know I’m
missing;
i,
profane, take the image as my own
to
abscond the hope and destroy it,
lest
all these, slaves to oblivion,
find
the emancipation i forfeited.
Jones
reflects on his own prayers, on callousness, on grace, harness of heart, vanity,
pride (a marvelously pointed two-line poem), insufficiency, the fall, and
forgiveness. He prays, or sings, for brokenness and writes the next beatitude (“Blessed
are the going”).
Reading
these poems is to experience a contemporary articulation of many of the same
themes and ideas found in the Biblical psalms. It’s a wonderful collection.
Jones,
who lives in California, has previously written two poetry collections, Merika,
Love Poems and A Manual on the Human
Condition.
The
foreword is by author and poet John Blase, who blogs at The Beautiful Due.
Related:
Jones’s
web site.
Photograph by Peter Griffin via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
fall down
ReplyDeletesweeping
one step
dust me off
bring me back
the missing hope