God and Light

I have loved.
How swift, these decaying years!
Along my mind, the grassy synapses
violent with pulse, another pensive
evening has wispy hid some halo’s
longing. I have known the stained-glass face
of loss beneath the lightened crown;
very God! He is the kin of kins
ever gracious for my folly.
Death, where is your sting?

I have climbed.
Here, above all else, little cars
are children. Shadow sprinkles
violet along my meadow,
exhales jet as polite as lazy
cashmere. This is not the quad,
long with tardy heat whose pawns inch steadily, overtaken by books and faculty –
indeed, from chapel tower
Midnight’s lens enlivens the mundane. Below me,
belfry shudders hung with pale white sentinels,
each single brotherhood represented by etched insignias,
declarations of irrepressible curiousity matched with ringing history.

I have laughed.
How caught, these quickened breaths!
Angry starts to weary days, their
vicious appetite
exhausted by noon,
left with the sleepy curtain of last night’s reveling. Last night’s reveling:
a spinning coin now dull, now gleaming just
under sight.
Goodness visited me, later
hours pregnant with it: grace,
expectation, peace, comfort, resuscitation…
Dark hours have been my help.

I have seen.
Here, beneath all that hides me,
a clever wrong has
violated both what I have shown and what I have been
everyday. It has marred my simple
sentiment; it has abused my friendships
even as I have listened,
especially intent, to whispered offences.
No foreign affair could distract from the hurt

I have caused.
How vast, these regions of affection!
Any diplomacy I sought these past two years
very likely lived in silence and not in discussion.
Escape in others’ troubles has been my comfort.
Comfort…who has that?
Along the border separating student from companion
uncovered welts offend the public eye,
so I have chosen to accompany rather than accomplish.
Educated more by prayer and gentle hands than examination, I have
danced each several grief to death, to rest.

I have learned
that form is never necessary,
except while breaking it can teach.
I hope that I have taught,
because I know – for the first time, truly
know – that I have learned.

God and Light


Little Rock, United States

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