Articles By John Evans

Action Needed On Race Relations

 Star News, July 2015

Art In Plain Sight

     Salt, April 2015

 

 

Poetry by John Evans

You and I

 

 

We appear as two clods of earth,

 

 you and I,

 

nearly as inert as rocks

 

but…

 

with a secret.

 

 

We each embrace an eternal seed.

 

It has been softened by our tears of joy and sorrow.

 

Now, it stirs and begins to sprout, root and branch.

 

Drinking our muddy substance, it grows.

 

 

Rooted beyond time, it consumes our limitations and prospers.

 

In due season, it bears fruit

 

that ripens and yields to the touch.

 

 

And so, we become the Tree of Life.

 

 

In time, our earthy identity is consumed, used up

 

but, 

 

what remains is so grand,

 

no one will care.

 

 

No one will care.

 

 

Restless

Does

your breath rise and fall

with the aspirations of the whole creation?

Does

every particle of creation ravish you

with an insane love for the creator?

Does

nothing shake your passionate gratitude

 for the simple gift of life?

 

If so,

 

keep

 

doing

 

whatever

 

brings you

 

to this blessed pitch

 

of intensity.

 

If not,

if every moment of your life

does not resemble

one prolonged, wet kiss

with the Divine,

it is your right,

your sacred duty

to be dissatisfied

 

and

 

restless.