Sunday, May 16, 2010

The Wordy Wormy Path to God

The Wordy Wormy Path to God
by Gideon Burton

With warm abstractions fortune bathes my hopes,
as though the sound of words could baptize time,
could fast adhere to heaven’s dangled ropes;
as though her breath could cause the deeps to shine.
I also summon words and with them pray
to God, expecting, reasoning my way
to fond conclusions.  I have felt their sway
and thought I could with words cause peace to stay,
or at the least some mandate send on high.
But Babel speaks so clearly to my mind,
I fear the house I'm building as I ply
some wordy, wormy path to God. Resigned
to crudest tools, these forms of ink and air;
I wield them, spend them, send them, foul and fair.

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2 comments:

  1. I need to try this thing out. So cool. And I love your writing too, btw.

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  2. This one I get. The power and limitations of language. Isn't it funny how the two get confused sometimes?

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