God

                  

 

The purity escapes, is hard to grasp

Unless you do it with your handless soul.

The purity escapes.  No latch or hasp

Can hold it since you know the unseen whole

Is waiting for your mystic heart to seek

It with your greedless fingers which belong

To mataphysics.  God is far too sleek

Because his love is like a soundless song

That plays forever just beyond your ears.

He does not see to have dimensions, front

And back, escapes our paradoxes, fears

And spirits, crying everywhere we hunt.

  Since utter, God is ever . . . never tame . . .

    He moves like washed-ink    breezes in a frame.

~ Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Sep 23, 2024 | Uncategorized | 0 comments