passage
writing beauty
alive in the sky
I AM A SHELL
I am a shell
listen to me
for the roar and silence
of the eternal sea.
A MEDITATION ON THE NEED FOR DARKNESS
somewhere a star was growing slowly old
in the uninfinite a light was dying
exchanging heat for cold and day for night
achieving a new darkness into which
sperm could be uttered to create a god
fire condensed to lava and became
through far millennia a cool dark earth
water and rock and air and even ice
were slowly there
leave room for the darkness, darling, leave me room
carry me, mother, carry me in your womb
towards eternity patiently into being
think what millennia did first gestate
with none, thank God, save God, to count and wait
(who being eternal logically couldn’t)
for all to happen
we are just one
one of a milion million — how the mind
becomes so easily drunk with multiplicity
and reels accordingly —
one of a million million finite things
born of a burnt-out lump of coal
flung from the hearth of incandescent light
onto the cold floor of night
like a picked bone to a hungry pup
God too was born of darkness became Man
Christ needed like new grain the darkness too
to hit the earth and die in giving birth —
he was enwombed enfleshed and then emboned
undarknessed into being and embraced
there in the lamplit stable then not now —
leave room for the darkness, darling, leave me room
carry me, mother, carry me in your womb
towards eternity patiently into being
the awe would scorch our minds if we had not
gloved it in clumsy concepts to protect
us from explosion
he came but half an hour ago or less
in cosmomanic terms into our world
a world that once was light but had to be
a cold beacon of darkness to become
a womb unto its God
leave room for the darkness, darling, leave me room
carry me, mother, carry me in your womb
towards eternity patiently into being
the crumble moment of our frail words
ceilings against our heads
the cold star wombs the utterance of God
a universe prepares new silence
just for the possibility of sound
(and the Word was made Flesh)
the world achieves new darkness to leave room
for eyes to wonder at the fact of light
(and leave, it must be said, room for the blind)
the potter finds a way to fashion slime
from which might grow these hands
— both His and mine
leave room for the darkness, darling, leave me room
carry me, mother, carry me in your womb
towards eternity patiently into being
LUST
I lust
to be me
free
triumphant
unbound
by the limitation
of being
created
I lust
to be you
in a union
of ecstasy
where your whole body
and your mind
are mine
I lust
to be God
looking
with power
over all
from before
the beginning
I lust
to be me
to be you
to be God
but He
offers
all three
