First Night of Ramadan
A single stone is thrown in and the canyon resounds with the hallelujahs of angels A single breath contains the known and unkn…
Eternity is in love with the productions of time
— William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
1
Sad alabasters and perky
peacock feathers turn to
rust in our hands
Wave our hands across their smeared
faces and see angelic glances through
silver eyes
No one will see you when you
disappear from sight
yet you persist in existence
greater than before
rung around with neon rings and
sounds of glass like trembling waters
Don’t rush things ancient ones
let one foot fall behind
the other on the mountain passes
and fresh sunlight warm you
as dust filters through our fingers
each flake calling out our name as it
drifts backwards in the air
unreconstituteable
and a sweet nothingness
God willing when it happens
we’ll still be there
2
Bright splinter! Do you
always seek behind appearances?
Are you dark metal under the smoke?
Sharp glare behind a smile dk-apotek.com?
We scan you to be our torchlight here
every spider corner revealed
every turn disclosed
Why have I only seen you now?
Is it the meltdown of the snow?
Is it the Great Dissolve?
3
Eternity shimmers in the room among the
bright solid furniture that is the
furniture of Eternity the bookcases and lamps
the bed I wake from and the
sound of the silence here that is its
child swirling ocean of time
washing us in its blessings in constant
motion of cylinder within cylinder of
intangible turning invisible to the touch
in which we age minute by minute
inwardly forward but motionless in
Eternity impossible to calculate except in
angelic terms whose bright silver
dazzles the mind beyond its usual
earthly limitations whose walls and
doors and streets and skies are
sweetly blasted apart by the dimensions of
Eternity and we
live in it unbeknownst to us else we’d
faint at the pure nothingness we are
and God’s Magnificence always facing us
beyond even Eternity’s confines and paltry
measurements to show us anything but His
resplendent Face in absolutely
everything that is in its instant of being
the Living One from end to end and all
height and depth possible to what
has no existence except in Him
alone Light upon Light right in
front of us and within us
shimmering in Eternity
ashimmer in time
11/15 (from Eternity Shimmers Time Holds its Breath)
Categories: Poems