Narrowing Sonnet

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Could we put oceans in a cup,

a desert in an hour-glass,

the skies in a falling rain-drop,

the planets in a marble-bag,

it wouldn’t touch the Lord,

swaddled in a body,

who also humbly wore

the girdle of our laws,

was threaded through

the streets of Jews,

endured the spit

and then was split

like hairs

of truth.

9 Comments Add yours

  1. Iris Orpi says:

    Powerful. You carried the unifying imagery to the threshold, then spilled over in the process of switching from the literal and the questioning to the abstract and the tautologies. Even the tautologies were captured in fine expression. Glorious, inspiring and thought-provoking. Just the way a great spiritual work should be made.

  2. Iris Orpi says:

    And I was so carried away by the mastery of language and imagery that I didn’t realize the ‘narrowing sonnet’ line pruning structure. Awesome!

    1. mrteague says:

      Thanks for your kind words & feedback. Made my day!

      1. Iris Orpi says:

        Youre welcome! Keep writing!

  3. bejamin4 says:

    Beautiful beginning. Really hooked me in.

    1. mrteague says:

      Thanks! I appreciate that!

  4. Dennis Patrick says:

    Once again, Teague, a wonderfully succinct piece of truth.

    I blush to ask: Is this original?

    Dennis

    1. mrteague says:

      Yes, original 🙂 Thanks for reading!

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