Tuesday, December 19, 2006

I thank God for my poetry-loving son-in-law - this poem's for you John McAlister!

I am praying again, Awesome One.
You hear me again, as words
from the depths of me
rush toward you in the wind.

I’ve been scattered in pieces,
Torn by conflict,
mocked by laughter,
washed down in drink.

In alleyways I sweep myself up
out of garbage and broken glass.
With my half-mouth I stammer you,
who are eternal in your symmetry.
I lift to you my half-hands
in wordless beseeching, that I may find again
the eyes which I once beheld you.

I am a house gutted by fire
where only the guilty sometimes sleep
before the punishment that devours them
hounds them out into the open.

I am a city by the sea
sinking into a toxic tide.
I am strange to myself, as though someone unknown
had poisoned my mother as she carrie me.

It’s here in all the pieces of my shame
that now I find myself again.
I yearn to belong to something, to be contained
in an all-embracing mind that sees me
as a single thing.
I yearn to be held
in the great hands of your heart –
oh let them take me now.
Into them I place these fragments, my life,
and you, God – spend them however you want.

(Rainer Maria Rilke – “Love poems to God”)

1 Comments:

Blogger baktin said...

i especially liked the last two lines. the poet really poured her heart out before her Creator. in two words: humility and surrender.

by the way, i came across this poem while reading yancey's new book. [prayer: does it make any difference]. interesting enough, the next poem [A Franciscan b\Benediction] posted is also in the book.

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