Jacob H. Friesenhahn
For me poetry is a form of mystical spirituality. Poetry enables me to find the universal in the particular, the spiritual in the physical, and to discover these dimensions are really one. Poetry reminds me the infinite within echoes the infinite without. These ideas may seem too much for just some words on a page, but I believe poems allow us in a unique way to tap into the sublime.
Jacob teaches Religious Studies and Philosophy at Our Lady of the Lake University in San Antonio, Texas. His poems have appeared in The Lake Front, Litbreak Magazine, Canary, Calla Press, Burrow, and BOMBFIRE.
precipitate we fall like acorns on a metal roof clang after clang can drive you mad one out of one hundred might become an oak dropping acorns of its own our lives are sent down like spikes into the soft soil hard drops in a hurry to reconvene secretly below the surface gathering in aquifers purified and distilled destined to be seen again we float and drift float and drift shifting almost horizontally for a season before settling down on the fall floor of the still forest settling down on top of those fallen before waiting to be gently covered by others sure to come our lives are shaken out like a flurry of flakes furious sugar sprinkled in a sticky storm each one with a beauty all its own designed to become one frozen together in a white blanket pulled over the curved brown shoulder of a weary world ready for repose