blogpoems

I.

Shatter me
O God, loosen
from my mouth
the Word
You know the Form
my reckoning
of things to come,

(an echo
of Your breath breathed
into this naked corpse
given me).

Rattle me
O God, lest I forget
what was
whispered
in that room
of my deliverance
and my bones ossify
with contentment
and indifference.


II.

Reveille,
Father, is heard
in these lucid moments
when Darkness shows
the Light in despair
and Nothing intrudes
with the vastness
of You.


III.

This third eye
of seeing tomorrow
as yesterday
and today
- the shadow
between the two-
opens
to the Beyond within
and finds You
waiting, not waiting
knowing
in and through time

I will arrive.

mjsalovaara