Neutral
September 10, 2011
To take a small thing,
and reveal its essence -
Isn’t that
the sum of all eternity?
–
A slight of heart,
The turning of a few strings -
The squinted eye
does see clearly.
–
And we played without blinking
Lying face up in the grace,
confounding the beasts
and calling them by name.
–
All those years -
barely audible;
then it hit me:
God is still here,
–
in the wonder
and the neutral tones
and mostly,
not knowing.
–
With that, at least,
there is hope.
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Our heads are unning int he same direction today. Good poem, Brad.
I always enjoy your writing.