Saturday, November 8, 2014

The Great I Am

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,

the Ever-present,
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.

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