To Burn.
To be made incapable of burning -- I do fear the fire
thinking of those commandments which I can't abide,
commandment s of Elohim that I ignore
for the words I could not speak, I might not at once
un-speak, I would be marred so deeply
as to be God and a God who does not speak not to me,
unrecognizable Brother
you are all day long in the memory
of God to whom, in
obedience, or
cowardice let me lift up my hands, that they
might be cut off?
Why did you live?
To what greater purpose?
—or not as I should, to pray to Him -
my body be made to tremble. to shake in awe,
in that glut of thankfulness
one welcomes a thing long longed for
thinking of love
enough either an end to grief or grief
so terrible it is itself its end
How terrible
the mind is, open
to the world
and yet it will not be shuttered, even
as in the next room a man cries mercy
and does not mean it—
does not this thing fear no empty fire?
Nor empty desire, this. To be open.
To see Elohim. To feel that closeness.
To feel that...


Comments: 4
This poem shows the tremendous talent waiting to be developed in your poetic work.
Is this the poem you published in Daedulus? Such a worthy choice!
Thank you for returning to poetry on Gather with this exceptional work, my friend.
You have accomplished great work here.
very
most
amazing
thing I have read by you...
Each line pulls a heart string
emotion waves roll and rise to sing
like a choir of seraphim for Elohim
for all who love
all who grieve
all who ponder
the brightly
white hot
burning
face of God