Thursday, November 12, 2009
Our Small Nets (poem)
Our Small Nets
I don't know why
we keep
talking about God,
trying to catch him
in our small nets
of words,
as if he were a butterfly
or a fish, something palpable
we could hold in our hands,
weigh
or measure,
when in our hearts
a whisper keeps telling
us,
God is a fountain,
or a flower opening,
love pouring out invisibly,
showering us
wholly
at every turn.
Dorothy Walters
November 12, 2009
