Thursday, February 01, 2007
Naming God (poem)
Naming God
The Protester:
Who can name god?
Confine the infinite
in a shell, shrink
the immeasurable
to a bounded thing?
The ancients spoke of
that which was above all else, but
without name or form.
The secret lover,
the friend,
the stealthy presence,
all anonymous to the end.
The Response:
Yet, what do names matter?
One chooses and is chosen
by one's divine,
the passion which overtakes
us in the night:
to be carried on
the swift currents of love
to where lover and beloved are one,
that is the key,
the secret path
to the heaven within.
Dorothy Walters,
January 1-2, 2007
The Protester:
Who can name god?
Confine the infinite
in a shell, shrink
the immeasurable
to a bounded thing?
The ancients spoke of
that which was above all else, but
without name or form.
The secret lover,
the friend,
the stealthy presence,
all anonymous to the end.
The Response:
Yet, what do names matter?
One chooses and is chosen
by one's divine,
the passion which overtakes
us in the night:
to be carried on
the swift currents of love
to where lover and beloved are one,
that is the key,
the secret path
to the heaven within.
Dorothy Walters,
January 1-2, 2007
