I stood on the edge of forever
as if I had forgotten that
I will never end
and
the universe is expanding
so
I am becoming even smaller.
Remembering this suddenly,
opened up within me
infinite capacities to hold
the Infinite
and
be held by Him.
Comment by Laure
June 21, 2008 @ 8:10 am
yours is a keen eye. remembering is an open door to infinite forever . . .
Comment by Laure
June 24, 2008 @ 8:56 am
how like rememberance … to be the gift we open that in turn opens us like a gift.
Comment by kathryntherese
June 24, 2008 @ 3:53 pm
The poetry has changed to something more spare and somewhat more delicately lately, unlike the intense and much more elaborate verse of the past. I think this reflects my interior, but I am never sure it will be received as clearly as the previous poems were.
So, thanks you two, for letting me know that these few words from my emptied heart can still convey what I intend.
Comment by C
June 26, 2008 @ 11:40 am
Profundity in brevity is a dual gift, like Haiku, or even less, like “Flowers changed my eyes” –we know it’s true to some degree, and can recall that our first awareness of flowers — free gifts from the Creator — allowed us to see an inarguable beauty, here, incomparably more beautiful than the finest fleur-de-lis on wallpaper. Forever after, whenever we saw flowers, it was as little friends, so to speak, worthily offering themselves to our mothers and grandmothers.
And what doesn’t only two words in most Bible translations cause us to think, “Jesus wept.” The Who, what, when, where and how is established, but we are moved to look into the why from these 2 words, because these, too, are true, and have something to do with us all.
If new brevity doesn’t convey what you want it to, then it only means another poem is just now crowning.
“Infinite capacities to hold the Infinite, and (Infinite capacities) to be held by Him.” New flowers , new children, new friends in that.
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