“By the Word of the Lord Were the Heavens Made”
Far less than March’s breeze upon the flowers
That have not sprouted yet, far less than weight
Of sound in death, far lighter than the showers
Of manna in the land of Sin, or hate
Of Romeo for Juliet, a thought
Goes zinging through the mind. A thought weighs less
Than dayspring or that concept God forgot
When he had spoken light, a thought we guess
At when it leaves us, too unformed to grip.
A thought weighs less than dreams inside the womb,
Far less than Martian cold where dew can’t drip,
Far less than innocence in bride and groom.
Yet thoughts have weight as heavy as the core
Of Saturn and of slaughter during war.
~ Phillip Whidden