The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton
— Inspired by "To Holderlin" by Rainer Maria Rilke
Struggles with intimacy
are inevitable battles to avoid the profane
as we attempt to define the glorious
with inadequacies of language and undermined thought -
the spirit knows,
but cannot say what moves it along a brisk current
toward the sea, its source.
Filtered through the mist, light may linger, yet we shall not -
we are cast beneath waves of shadows both cautious and subdued,
coaxed far from the safety of shore into unfathomable depths
where we hope we might find mercy waiting -
our faith in its ebb and flow delivers slow permutations
as we surge and swell, caught within
separations caused by an unnoticed undertow.
We are merely inhabiting these shells, after all -
once burgeoning with promise and divinity,
suddenly emptied of truth, pulsating on a bank nearby,
invisible to touch and languid in hearts
which soon forget the empyreal significance
of grace.
No comments:
Post a Comment