The Great I Am
To You, this poetry is addressed
as supplication and remembrance
but, also, the holding of You
at word's distance, at arm's length;
the channeling of a shriek,
rage and whine
into winsome couplets of polite doubt,
flattery and offhanded inquiry.
Absurd! The attempt to peer
through a glass at the Infinite,
of imagery and metaphor;
to confine within a human skull, God
and carry Him around on the tips
of our tongues, fingers, brushes
and pens; to pledge our allegiance
to That of which we know
a terrifyingly scant nothing
and to That which we fear and mistrust
instinctively and almost entirely.
O child of God, it's no small matter
ever, to speak of the Great I Am.