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.