Alone,
adrift in
nothing--
nothing to touch,
nothing to push oneself
anywhere.
In darkness,
only breath--
in,
out,
alone,
cast out
in
nothing.
Everything!
All around, everything! Steeped, suspended, enveloped by, swimming in
God's Love!
All the while, child: there was no nothing--
only a great space brimming
and
spilling over
Love.
adrift in
nothing--
nothing to touch,
nothing to push oneself
anywhere.
In darkness,
only breath--
in,
out,
alone,
cast out
in
nothing.
Everything!
All around, everything! Steeped, suspended, enveloped by, swimming in
God's Love!
All the while, child: there was no nothing--
only a great space brimming
and
spilling over
Love.
This reminds me in tone and in mood, if not in idiom or language, of Gerard Manley Hopkins's tour-de-force of a poem "The Leaden Echo and the Golden Echo," where the turning point is where the word "despair" becomes "Spare!" What you have written thus far is very promising -- and very hopeful! You give a real sense of the miracle of creation ex nihilo. Thank you for this poem. (And thank you for the opportunity to go back and look at Hopkins' poem!)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Thomas. Hopkins is one of my favorite poets! Lately I have especially loved his poem "The Caged Skylark." While I, myself, relate to the frustration and hope of our humanity described in the poem, it especially makes me think of grandma's suffering and release from dementia. I'm very honored this small offering brought him to mind for you!
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