July’s seared page turns and a breeze
Lifts over the garden of weary roses.
I step out over patchwork grass–
This is our hour, the moon climbing into the heavens,
Contrails and comets, the Big Dipper—quien sabe’–
The universe itself so carelessly lovely
As if a diffident god had cast pearls all about
For no good reason.
If God hears the hungry and the desolate
If God bears the suffering of the world,
I don’t understand, I cannot imagine
What heart could absorb it all, the bereft mother animals
Lowing in the dark.
Where does the sorrow in the world go, the child in me asks.
Into the dark holes in the sky?
Is it fuel for a fire at the edge of time,
Does it fan the flames of hell
Does it become water, does it reappear
As mirth when a child is born
Is it a chimera exulting
in the proliferation of graves?
But, I say to her, we were happy a second ago,
Wrapped in the wet and shaggy rapture
Of the animals that love us
And see out into the night
Deeply content, built of responsiveness and bone
Without dilemmas like ours.
This is a wonderful poem, Jenne: evocative (“bereft mother animals / Lowing in the dark”), beautiful imagery (“the garden of weary roses”, “a chimera exulting”, “wet and shaggy rapture / Of the animals that love us / And see out into the night / Deeply content”–so wonderful these lines), sustained feeling, thought-provoking, searching.
How large is this Creation, this “universe…so carelessly lovely…” (love this!), how encompassing our sorrow, how great our need to break down our living into moments — a presence in happiness “a second ago”.
Thanks, Maureen! See, if you hide yourself away as I have with my “songs”/psalms all these years, you don’t know if you touch/reach anyone….thanks more than I can say for being there and here. xxxj
I can’t believe I didn’t post a thank-you! Especially thanks for passing it on. xxxj
David Beaver said:
“Is it fuel for a fire at the edge of time,”
I don’t know if you can possibly imagine the creative fire you lit within my mind with that one line! Very well done! Thank you…
Thank you! Are you a fellow writer? xxx Jenne’
I took the liberty of tweeting your post. (I do this for some others, too, who don’t use Twitter.) The Twitter consensus is mine: “stunning”; poem is being actively retweeted–a very good thing, people will come to read it. ~M
That’s amazing and I hugely appreciate it! xxj
I’m amazed by the beauty and profundity of this poem, Jenne.
“Where does the sorrow in the world go, the child in me asks.” This line breaks my heart.
Thanks for sharing your glorious talent and I hope more and more people see this.
Gerry– I have been behind in responding to replies but I so appreciate that you read me. xxxj
Dawn Potter said:
I particularly like the “patchwork grass” image in the first stanza, as well as the move from “seared” to “turns a page.” A very delicate use of diction as a medium of action.
Thank you, Dawn. Thanks for stopping by! xj