April 30, 2008

"A Heart Sutra" by Geoffrey Philp

Geoffrey PhilpGeoffrey Philp is a Jamaican poet, novelist, and playwright. He is the author of the novel, Benjamin, My Son and five poetry collections: Exodus and Other Poems, hurricane center, Florida Bound, xango music, and Twelve Poems and A Story for Christmas. He has also written a book of short stories, Uncle Obadiah and the Alien; a play, Ogun's Last Stand, and a children's book, Grandpa Sydney's Anancy Stories.

A Heart Sutra

I have searched my heart and found

an open road edged with aloe,

wet cedars hanging over a stone fence

where my grandfather leaned

one August evening and surveyed

the posts that grew closer each year

after putting six children through school,

and burying his eldest child, a boy

whom he'd expected to inherit his store,

the land after he joined his father

in a small cemetery in Bethel Town

which would now hold the body

of his son gone ahead to prepare

a way. And even though my grandfather

knew that when he would say goodbye

to the faces that he loved, they would cry

harder than when he put his boy down

to rise with morning glories,

he could still whisper, "It is good."


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Rethabile said...

It is good. And so is this.

Geoffrey Philp said...

Give thanks, Rethabile!

Crafty Green Poet said...

very moving poem,

Geoffrey Philp said...

Thank you, crafty green poet. It was one of those poems about which I had some doubts because it moves between biography, fiction, and religious belief.
Entirely new way of writing and so the worry is, did I hit the right note, etc.?
So thank you..