Thursday, June 27, 2019

Nothing of substance

Nothing of substance                                                                      

Dust is existence without blood,
wrote the poet Francis.

Most likely the same thought
in a different language

spoken by Francis the saint. 
As in dust at His feet –

bloodless . . . without spit, too,
without tears, dried up,

crushed, yet breathing, speaking,
doing, thinking – serving the Lord.

Returned to the dust from which
the servant was fashioned

long before the ropes lower him
to his earthly repose; serving the Lord

as a jar of dust holding nothing
of substance – nothing of substance –

only the God-part, the love-essence,
the elusive, ethereal soul.

O child of God, emptiness is completeness
(say the mystics).  Nothing is everything.

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