by Gideon Burton
“So much has been given to me, I have not time to ponder over that which has been denied.”
-- Helen Keller
the absence of His richest, present being;
the silence of the speaking God; release
from certainty, from daylight's darkest seeing;
mundane and everyday in every day;
unanswered prayers, tears soaked into tears
spread over under inbetween the rays,
those sudden-quiet silences that spear
the swollen soggy sorry saddened fright
with peace unearned, with grace anointing eye
and ear and swollen knees and blurry sight
and staunching blasphemies no use to try.
So much remains when all the rest elides;
So many gifts through light that is denied.
Photo: flickr - mooste
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