Tuesday, September 16, 2008


No-one asks if magnets remember north,
or comets their orbits
or the moon how to wax and wane
or apples, which direction to fall.

It's only the heart's remembrance that comes under question

as if it forgets that God is the pole
the sun and center
the light we reflect
the gravitational pull at the heart of the world

or as if it forgets that God is the magnet, comet, moon, apple, heart.

Circling itself, forgetting itself, remembering itself
until the day it wakes up for good
and all the cycles of forgetting and remembrance implode into one brilliant instant—
one brilliant spacetime instance—

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Irving said...

Outstanding and heart opening poem :)
You are truly a wizard with words, dear Sister :) A spiritual beauty, true as Love.

Ya Haqq!

Kimberlee said...

Very nice. :)

SweetTalking Guy.. said...

Love the way you tie this together..

Anonymous said...

I love the first stanza, this series of questions that opens the poem; immediately captures me.

Anonymous said...

a beautiful devotional

christine said...

This is one of my favorites of yours.