Monday, April 02, 2007
I Cannot Tell You (poem)
I Cannot Tell You
I do not know
if god
is a thing
or a process,
or a being
or a presence.
I cannot tell you
how the world
was constructed,
or when it began
or by whom.
I cannot unravel
the tables
of meaning,
the diagrams
and scales of comparison,
the charts
and the long explanations
of everything
that has ever been.
What I know is this:
this moment,
this kiss,
this infinite longing,
endless loving
and being loved
by no one
who has a name
in a place
that does not exist.
Dorothy Walters
March 30, 2007
I do not know
if god
is a thing
or a process,
or a being
or a presence.
I cannot tell you
how the world
was constructed,
or when it began
or by whom.
I cannot unravel
the tables
of meaning,
the diagrams
and scales of comparison,
the charts
and the long explanations
of everything
that has ever been.
What I know is this:
this moment,
this kiss,
this infinite longing,
endless loving
and being loved
by no one
who has a name
in a place
that does not exist.
Dorothy Walters
March 30, 2007