In the Church of Ordinary Miracles

Why do I always choose

to do the reasonable thing

when another day is 


without me? 


And see,

I almost missed it again:

a glimpse of a deer,

as feminine as any 

Pre-Raphael goddess, and

I'm sure she knows it . . .


Or the fragrance of mist

that could be something wild

or something holy,

all I know is that it

has taken me through the

portal to my 


to the Catholic masses,

those sung in Latin,


when the sprawling vowels

of priestly chants

wore the room like a veil

and lifted us

like pious moths

to a flame of redemption,


till everything unimportant

vanished in that 

gold-plated, midnight-scented,

tear-washed epic,


but this time, 

in this diamond spot

of understanding,

there are no nuns like

cloaked soldiers,

and nothing to fear

if I sing while others

are silent,

or dance like a fool

while others are still, or

choose to be who I was

before they made

me who I am,


to love without needing,

to pray without words,

to be this day

in a ferocious life,

to be a practicing immortal

on currents of light

I cannot fathom

or stop.


Just silent.

Just here. 


Patricia Joan Jones


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Thank you for reading and

Thank you for reading and leaving such encouraging feedback. 

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only through the portals of

only through the portals of your mind miracles you will alway`s find

just ordinary people has great dreams

ron parrish

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Thank you for reading and

Thank you for reading and leaving such beautiful insights. 

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you`re welcome

you`re welcome

ron parrish

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A delight to read

A reflective write, quite nostalgic and bitter-sweet. Some delightful imagery - I particulary like the lines: "sprawling vowels of priestly chants wore the room like a veil." An excellent poem!

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Thank you for connecting with

Thank you for connecting with my vision and leaving such uplifting feedback. 

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I would say this one is my

I would say this one is my favorite, but isn't quite true. I think I have read Blue Home 6 or seven times and others many other times too. I have to come back here to do so because I don't have a book Wink.  You got the grandest church of all, Patricia, and I love your sermans... your praise and worship, your poetic prayer, and your love of God and his nature. Amen!

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Thank you again and again for

Thank you again and again for reading so deeply and uplifting me with your illuminating comments. I believe your poems are begging to be put into a collection as well. That would be a momentous gift to the world. I'm finding that publishing a book presents some challenges, especially without a decent computer, but it's certainly on my bucket list, thanks in part to your rocket fuel of encouragement.


Love and light and eternal gratitude. 

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The spiritual summit of this

The spiritual summit of this poem begins with the phrase "and nothing to fear," and running on to the end.  THe whole poem is a powerful reading experience, but it kicks into high gear at "nothing to fear."  From that point, you show us how to become a "practicing immortal on currents of light," where you give us the intersection of the spiritual and the cosmic, in your always inimitable verbiage, in the always assured poise and enthusiasm of your words.  From that "diamond" spot of your perspective, you gives us a compact epic of hope and joy, a great crescendo of the sounds of strings and celesta which easily subdues and subjects the blare and glare of the tarnished brass trumpet that has caused so much cacophony lately (and I am sure you know who I mean).


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Thank you for reading this so

Thank you for reading this so deeply and accurately, for following the journey to its intended conclusion, and for leaving such a stunning analysis. Your insights mean so much. My deepest gratitude. 

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I think this poem also

I think this poem also contains what will someday be the title of your entire collection (in the way Stevens wanted to title his collected poems as "The Whole Harmonium") will be Practicing Immortal On Currents Of Light.  At this point, I should like to amend a comment I made months ago, and nominate this poem, because it contains this phrase at its center, as the absolute center of your entire collection, and the focal point around which all of your other poems orbit, or will orbit as you post new ones.  This poem is a star, and light and warmth are being fused from the words you have given it, and then flow into and through and around the other poems as they orbit around this star.  This poem reminds me of Stevens' centerpiece poem, Notes Toward A Supreme Fiction (although your poem is not quite as wordy as his):  he was great before he wrote it, and those who loved to read his poems already knew this; but when he published Notes, his greatness ascended to a superlative level.  This poem has made that ascension, from your greatness to your superlative greatness,  And that is not a stopping point; this poem has achieved such a height, and your next poems will extend the breadth of that height, if that makes sense.  


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I'm going to consider the

I'm going to consider the phrase you quoted for the title of my book—if I can ever get past all the hurdles of editing and publishing. I can't thank you enough for helping me climb over one of the major roadblocks I'm having in the process of putting together a collection, and that is settling on a title, which, as you know, is everything. 


And if that's not enough, you've given me more motivation to actually do this, to take it out of the safe cabinet of "someday" and onto the table of "Ok, where do I start?" 


I'm forever be grateful for all your advice, opinions and invaluable boosts to my morale. Forever grateful. 





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I think it would make a good

I think it would make a good title for your book because, as a phrase, it is such a key to and a summary of what your poems are all about.  And that phrase will also be very busy in grad school, as enterprising students find ways to use it in their dissertations your poetry.  I believe that phrase---as a title; as a disseration subject; as the gatekeeper at the main entrance to the temple you have built in your poetry---will make you very proud, and will resonate in the minds of many readers.  It takes a possession common to us all---language---and lifts it into the Cosmos.  


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Thank you for that very

Thank you for that very eloquent and validating reply. It means so much. 

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Sorry for my delay in

Sorry for my delay in replying.  I have a massive infection that has entered the painful stage.  Meds have been prescribed, and it is not near as bad as it was yesterday and Sunday.  I am so excited to be on the sidelines to watch your collection of poems continue to form, while your book is also taking form as well.  It put a big grin on my face to think that, someday, grad students sweating over their disserations will envy me for watching this first-hand.  And I am not exagerating; if anything, I am understating.


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So grateful for your

So grateful for your confidence and support, which has meant the world to me. I'll keep you in my prayers. 

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Thank you so much.  At this

Thank you so much.  At this time, I badly need the prayers.  This old carcass of mine needs all the help it can get.  Thanks again.


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