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
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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.
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!
Thanks for your kind words & feedback. Made my day!
Youre welcome! Keep writing!
Beautiful beginning. Really hooked me in.
Thanks! I appreciate that!
Once again, Teague, a wonderfully succinct piece of truth.
I blush to ask: Is this original?
Yes, original 🙂 Thanks for reading!