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date submitted 22.05.2011
date updated 28.02.2013
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Meditative Musings

James Revoir

Musings about Faith and Life


This is a personal collection of poetry, borne out of twenty years of life experience.

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all ages, alone, autobiographical, bible, biblical, bizarre, bles, christ, christian, christian living, christianity, church, comedic, comedy, compass...

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Meteor Shower

On a sultry August night,
I'm driving down Highway 87
through the heart of Texas.
My windows alternately steam and defog
as I turn the air conditioning on and off
and open and close the windows.
The stench of a thousand oilfields
forces its way in,
reeking worse than a planet
full of mutant skunks.

The radio scan button alternates between
screaming static and five lonely midnight broadcasts:
a low-budget radiovangelist,
yelling in southern drawl that,
'the end-a of-a the world-a is-a near-a!'
Art Bell interviewing a physicist who claims
That he regularly travels through time;
a distant Tex-Mex Spanish station;
a country station playing a medley
of George Jones, Loretta Lynn, and Patty Page;
and dueling traffic and weather updates,
fading in and out from LA and New Orleans,
competing for the title of Airwave Dominance,
if only for a night.
These are my road trip travel companions,
talking very loudly to keep me awake.

Like the Blues Brothers,
'I'm on a mission from God,'
my late Hyundai Excel overloaded to the hilt
with food and clothing,
making a beeline to an orphanage
just across the Mexican border.

I feel God smiling down on me,
and He rewards me by pulling back
the translucent veil that separates
the Earth and the canopy of the night sky.
A zillion happy stars, now safely convinced that
the whole world lies in slumber
and that no one is watching,
come out to play.
They run hither and thither,
silently and surreptitiously,
reminiscent of the classic fairy tale,
'The Shoemaker and the Elves.'

As the star which is 'it' counts,
'One-Mississippi, Two-Mississippi...,'
another to the east dodges across the sky,
mischievously giggling while trying
to restrain its laughter,
lest its hiding place be revealed;
then another to the west;
then another to the north;
then another to the south;
then another straight above;
emboldened by the others.
On and on they go for hours,
Indefatigably playing endless rounds
of hide and seek.

I turn off my headlights
and drive stealthily through
the pitch-black darkness,
my nose pressed in fascination
against the inside of the windshield
as I crane my neck and look straight up
into the celestial fireworks display
high above in the night sky.

Hoping the stars won't know that I'm watching,
I squeal in childlike delight
at every shooting star,
sharing the excitement with myself.
I pull over and lean back
on the overheated hood of my hatchback,
hy head resting in my clasped hands
as I recline comfortably against the windshield
and gaze up at the sky in wonder.

The stars have now seen me,
and send Mr. Sandman to bring slumber to my eyes.
Yawning like a child up long past his bedtime,
I suddenly realize how exhausted I am
and crawl into my makeshift bed on wheels,
lulled to sleep by the lullaby
of a million frogs and crickets.

In the morning, I am greeted by a pale dawn sky,
and, like the cliché ending to a short story,
I wonder if it was all but a dream.



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alphamomma wrote 518 days ago

I am finally publishing my book of poems. I took your advice about the arrangement. I would like to include your comments in the front of the book along with the other "reviews."

“As your name means "like Christ" so your poetry beautifully reflects your passion and intimacy with Him.” James Revoir

If I have your approval, please leave a permission message on my Facebook page - Christine Gail Garcia.

Thank you.

Peter B wrote 532 days ago

Yeah, we all wanted to marry Audrey! Super collection of musings, that is a good assessment. This is not just one afternoons jotting down notes speculating on so many different topics and aspects of who knows what's to come next. Nice job buddy Jim. Peter B.

evermoore wrote 568 days ago

Such such a gift you've shared. From the first...Grampa's Hands...the descriptive way you spoke of his life, comparing it to the rings of a he used that axe making you bring up Adam in the Garden...and his comment...ohhhhhhhhh, James...I laughed. I knew your poetry would be a delight to read and I was right.

God bless...Linda
Children Walking With Jesus

patio wrote 580 days ago

Gloomy Gladness read like a song
I love poems, hence I love this book

patio wrote 663 days ago

You done a good story on Hitler

Cara Gold wrote 672 days ago

{Meditative Musings} – James Revoir
I read the first five of your musings; ‘Blackberries’, ‘Grampa’s Hands’, ‘Hitler’, ‘Mouses and Houses’ and ‘Rush Hour.’
What a lovely collection you have here! In these five short chapters, you have already shown such diversity and given me a great deal of enjoyment.

I like ‘Blackberries’ for the way you explore the relationship between mother and child. The last three lines truly touched me ‘There is mother and child and no one else/And the quiet sanctuary of their home/Is their entire universe.’ Mother/child relationships are something I like to explore too in my writing, so this really touched me!

‘Grampa’s Hands’ was very different, more personal because of the use of the first person. It made me pause for a moment and think – nice shift from the Adam in the ‘Garden of Eden’ and the old man, Adam Smith. Interesting… this made me think…

‘Hitler’ – your writing is powerful here, to capture the brutal nature of what Hitler did. The link to devil and fallen angels is very strong.

‘Mouses and Houses’ – such a light contrast from the previous chapter! Enjoyable with its comic undercurrents :)

‘Rush Hour’ – lots of terrific images to capture the feeling, indeed, of rush hour. The very structuring of the poem itself is ‘loose’ and rolls fluidly along, keeping the reading pace fast, and making us feel like we’re caught in the rush.

Thank you so much for sharing these, they are delightful to read and I hope to come back soon! Thank you also for your lovely comment on ‘Dawn of Destruction’, it means a lot to me that you like my writing :)

hadley wrote 715 days ago

Hi James I am finally making my way down my very large list of books to read and I have found yours to be quite delightful. Whether you are describing situations from high school, watching the News or going off to summer camp you obviously have a very poetic way of expressing your thoughts. I love how in the last chapter you sum it all up as being a choice as to how one decides to think feel etc no matter what life throws at you. God is still in control and we just need to trust. Thank you for your honesty and biblical creativity. This would be a great daily devotioinal and benefit many. Nice job, high stars and watch list,
Mary ann
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JamesRevoir wrote 895 days ago

Hello Bridget:

Thank you for your kind comments and for backing Meditative Musings.

Bless you!


I enjoyed reading your poems. I think you are a great poet.

Bridget Sherman wrote 895 days ago

I enjoyed reading your poems. I think you are a great poet.

John Page wrote 957 days ago

Beautiful poetry...meditative indeed. Clearly your life is one of wonder, musing, and reflection, and humor. Best wishes.