Those who look to you are radiant
Sometimes I make the mistake of being
too corporeal-minded forgetting
we’re predominantly made of light
missing how like the moon’s reflection in a pool
we’ve been made with you to shine
Even in the womb we are luminously woven
& strands of what seem like moonbeams twine
& retwine within lambent bodies all our lives
absorbed like bread & wine into the bloodstream
Do I really know how we taint the light we’re given
& the darkling I’m capable of? I fight
for every touch of your absent hand to be mine
Every drop of your presence draws my thirst
to be built into a temple of light
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“Even in the womb we are luminously woven
& strands of what seem like moonbeams twine
& retwine within lambent bodies all our lives
absorbed like bread & wine into the bloodstream”
So true and so powerful. Thank you, Don.
Dear Don,
Bravo to both! I am especially taken by “Metaphysicals II,” not merely because it is so well wrought but because it contains a lesson about what’s what in this vale of tears– like so many lessons, one I too often forget.
The luminous and the numinous . . .
The vast yet intimate reach of time . . .
The persistent sigh of those long “i” sounds . . .
As Eugene Peterson once said, “Naming is a way of hoping.”
“we’re predominantly made of light…Even in the womb we are luminously woven…”
I love this stunning, perspective-restoring idea and the beautiful way you have put it into words.
I want to read and reread this poem for the place it takes me. What it confirms in me. The words–all the right words…