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Peter's Sonnet

It is dangerous to express ethical or philosophical positions in poetry. People will react to the outward forms rather than to what is said. Great evil may be excused if it has artistic merit, and great good discounted if it seems trite or derivative.

I think this is part of why the early Quakers were so stodgy, rejecting music and theater and always dressing in grey. I think it's also why modern Friends still place such a high value on plain speech. A rhetorical flourish might help me to win an argument with you, but in so doing, cost me the benefit of your wisdom. The corporate process of listening for the leadings of Spirit means listening deeply to one another, and that works best when each of us speaks our portion of the Truth with neither preamble nor apology, trusting that if the message is Spirit-led, it will be heard on its own merits.

This is all true. And in spite of it all, I have written a sonnet.

Light and Darkness One


My mind cannot deny my body’s truth.
The passions rising of their own accord
In mellow age, as in the fire of youth,
Will speak their meanings plain, though not with words.

So let me know you, and by you be known,
Stripped naked past the skin to stand revealed,
My longing and my lust, my blood and bone,
Disclosing spirit fear would have concealed.

We shed our righteousness and all pretense,
Convicted of our love, and unafraid.
We come together, knowing what we sense,
And in our fire, find holiness remade.

And only then, with light and darkness one,
Is God’s creation properly begun.

This began percolating in my mind after a weekend retreat I went to recently where a group of us were working on a statement about Quakers and sexual ethics. (This was not the same retreat I wrote about in “Silence and Intimacy”, though it was also a deep and spiritually intimate experience.) The group has been meeting for several years, and the poem embodies something I’ve been trying to put into words there for quite a while.

I look at what I have written, and I see in it the ways in which I’m still very much a Pagan: celebrating darkness as the complement of light rather than its adversary, and sexual lust as a force for good, and beyond that, as a source of holiness.

The Quakers I’ve shared it with so far don’t see it as un-Quakerly. In spite of the intense “outward forms” imposed by the sonnet structure, it celebrates directness and unadorned truth. The overturning of righteousness is no more radical than anything George Fox advocated or practiced, and the call to stand unafraid and declare what we know experientially is very Quaker.

So I guess it’s a good synthesis of the Pagan and the Quaker that I am. A “Quaker Pagan Reflection” indeed.

Comments

Dear Peter,
Thank you for this. I love Sonnets - they are my favorite poetic form. And I love this Sonnet. It is well done and full of truth.

Not only is there nothing not Quaker in this - there is nothing in this that is non-Christian.

Our book say that God made the day and the night like God made wet and dry and male and female to compliment each other.

Night is not my adversary, how could something so beautiful be bad? Lust is not evil. Sexual passion is deep Holy. So Holy, so close to our souls that it deserves honor and protection. Separate it from God -Separate it from Love - separate it from Soul and it loses that close connection. That is indeed a sin.

The one I call adversary is not dark, in fact was once called the bearer of light. But it is a false light. The father of lies would have us believe that sexual passion is common, and easy, interchangeable, and in no way connected to the Divine. We know better.

love,
Peg
Anonymous said…
Thanks for the reminder that I am not alone.

I'm a Quaker and a queer and (in some ways?) a sexual radical. The passion and the life that flow through my sexuality are the same passion and life that flow through my spirituality. I'm not just a mind, supported by a body. I use both my mind and my body to connect, to heal, to transform.
Anonymous said…
Excellent. I admire and share the concepts inherent in the poem, and I admire your artistry and inspiration in the writing. It is rare to find such fine poetry. Very well done.

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