Sunday, December 16, 2018

God instead

God instead                                                                                              

I don’t know the particulars
but I’m going to have to leave

this world one day, the only one
I ever remember knowing;

leave behind everyone
and everything I hold dear

because the sea is (after all) cardboard
and the moon is made of paper.

I’m not talking about death’s overtaking
but as a clear-eyed, deep-breath resolution.

Because if I and Love are eternal,
my affections and their objects (like myself)

are but pale, irresolvable reflections.
And to reach beyond the facade I must one day

unhand voluntarily their brief, illusory
solace and choose God instead.

O child of God, repeating the mystic promises,
you hover constantly near the edge of the abyss.

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