Ar-Rahman DOWN AT THE DEEP END 9 There’s a moment so tiny it slips between the
raindrops and clock-ticks as if it were a strand of silk hanging down
or the shadow of some airborne fluff rising up

So tiny and yet it’s the way out of life and death
as we know it sitting on this hill

It surrounds the celestial city with its slow-motion
comings and goings as if pewter reflecting a sunbeam

were positioned in such a way as to be
directed to our eyes momentarily blinding us

Yet we could grope our way between the verticals
knowing with utter confidence God’s Mercy would

never be depleted as we continuously
head for its horizon almost as if

floating in it
bathed in its


11/23/06 (from Invention of the Wheel)



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