Thursday, December 15, 2016

On a Theme by Thomas merton

God's hands 
palpate darkness, the void 
that is Adam's inattention, 
his confused attention to everything, 
impassioned by multiplicity, his despair. 

Multiplicity, his despair; 
God's hands 
enacting blindness. Like a child 
at a barbaric fairgrounds -- 
noise, lights, the violent odors -- 
Adam fragments himself. The whirling rides! 

Fragmented Adam stares. 
God's hands 
unseen, the whirling rides 
dazzle, the lights blind him. Fragmented, 
he is not present to himself. God 
suffers the void that is his absence.

Denise Levertov



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