Monday, May 7, 2012

An angel-less God


An angel-less God                                                                         

Into the snowdrift I fall backwards
to make an angel, but ...

gazing into an endless sky –
the stars’ glitter,

the moon’s silent shifting,
cold earth against at my back,

I feel suddenly under the thumb
of an angel-less God,

overwhelmed by the travails
and duration of my soul’s exile

and how many more
arduous journey’s stretch before me

‘til the promised quenching,
rest and reunion.  Then, ... 

You hoist me to my feet. 
God’s shape, You say, is this shape –

pointing to the impression
my body has left in the snow. 

O pilgrim!  Your portion of infinity 
spans but fingertip to fingertip; 

the duration of your vigil measured 
by the heart's brief, pattering flurry.

Union may be far away but, God is close at hand --
nearer than your own breath. 

O child of God, surely angels hover everywhere
in the realm of Benevolence Eternal.

                             (Unpublished)

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