Poetry: Breakthrough ~ BitterSweetLife

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Poetry: Breakthrough



So I've been working on this poem, which Lindsay is not sure she understands. In fact, after casting a discerning eye over the thing, she concluded that she likes my rag poetry better. Since Lindsay seems to be a fairly consistent judge of poetic clarity, I was shaken. Maybe this won't be the poem that sends my name into orbit alongside T.S. Eliot.

But here it is. Not merely because I want a second opinion! Of course not. Such a motive would hardly justify an entire post. It was high time to post a poem anyway. Long overdue, in fact. So uh, let me know if it's entirely baffling. Attempting to experientially describe an encounter with deity is always risky.

Breakthrough

The world lurches invisibly!
A sudden clearing of the modish frequencies,
a blackout of the buzzing static channel,
so the oldest channel beams in all the stronger.

Stars swing
and from the bottom of an unseen funnel
I sit small and dumb,
a silent speck beneath swinging stars—
as planets shiver
(stellar leaves),
trembling in the predator’s wake.

Something gigantic circles,
framed by distant lights
then framing them,
immense, invisible,
behemoth surfacing
behind my back;
a ripple of moon water widens,
and shaken stars orbit mutely
in unabated horror.

I still remember the interval,
the darkly gleaming moment,
when life lulled in starlight.
An Arnoldian redux:
I, the “ignorant army”
clashed with night
but was redeemed;
given assurance.
(Beware raw experience!)
Yet there was a dizzying
swirl of Godhood:
stars churning,
my heart dropping,
the world infinitely simple,
awfully complex.

God in all,
above all;
a non-negotiable humility
engulfed me.
All questions stoppered,
misting myrrh uncorked.
And was this not God?




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2 comments:

tim said...

Yet there was a dizzying
swirl of Godhood:
stars churning,
my heart dropping,
the world infinitely simple,
awfully complex.


I like this, especially the last line.

All questions stoppered...
And was this not God?


I do beg to differ. An encounter with God may provide answers, yet it will never stop questions.

Ariel said...

"An encounter with God may provide answers, yet it will never stop questions."

Your statement needs to be explored a little further. The "answers" God provides in "encounter" may be mysterious and impenetrable; his answers may be questions themselves - i.e., "Did you make leviathan? Can you cue up the sunrise?" As such, they are often not the answers we anticipate.

In the above instance, the "answer" was a night sky that loomed through my pain to dwarf me. And, for the purposes of that episode, all questions ceased. God's surrounding presence stilled them, made them trivial, small - although they had seemed neither (ala Job).

So the "answers" God provides may seem elusive, and the "questions" that tormented us may prove to be secondary.

 

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