Holy Infinity


Name the void.
Fill the dark with faces of deity
using words as you will.
See which one ignites and sparks

the light which can fill all wounds,
all hearts,
with ceaseless joy and wonder
at even the smallest parts.

Shouting into eternity,
using the name you claimed,
it’s hard for the near-sighted,
the finite
to see –
to just pray ceaselessly,
through the endless day & the endless night,
without fear if you’re doing it wrong
or doing it right.

It’s really beside the point you see,
whether you use a big or little ‘G’
to try and reach what lies beyond
and beneath
these houses of meat
restrained by their mortality.

Because where one God ends another begins.

A Holy Infinity.

+ K +

Untitled (for now)

This was written just this afternoon. The first few lines, however, popped into my head yesterday afternoon while driving home. A radio piece about the remembrance of the Rwandan genocide came on the air and got me thinking about love and loss – a woman who lost seventy members of her family spoke about how she no longer had anyone left to hold on to. That was the initial motivator, but Rwanda ultimately did not end up becoming the subject of the poem.

My hands are empty
but my chest is full.
So I say I can’t carry it
when the seams are stretched so thin
as it is.
Now it’s breaking open.

How can you hold all the love inside your own heart?
You have no choice but to let it go,
Let all the love you have flow
out into the world
and soak
every dry piece of dust it touches.

Let it wash over

Maybe that’s why it hurts to love others
than yourself;
we try too hard to keep all
of ourselves
to ourselves.
Your heart has to spill a little to try & fill another.

Giving blood isn’t a painless thing,
but it’s a gift of life worth giving.
Gifting ourselves to each other.

A Soul Looking Dimly In On Itself

The month of April is National Poetry Writing Month, aka NaPoWriMo, and so I’m going to try to post a few poems this month myself. I know myself well enough to know that I won’t be able to post poems every day, but I’ll certainly be posting a few :).

The following is a poem that I wrote on 3/7/14 after spending some time in meditation, which accomplished both the Lenten goal of meditating and doing something creative :). The title of it is the same as the title of this blog.

There in the dark you’ll find me
Where such things always seem to be
And if you look close enough you’ll see,
The eyes staring out are me.

Search in the shadows for a safe place
The light can’t always shine upon
the cracks, and the hollows, and the splinters,
that fade with the coming dawn.

Now in the echoes you’ll listen
And the chorus of silence you’ll hear
Will keep the beat with the drum in your heart
And the sighs of the deafening fear.

Brace for the light – let it burn you.
The flame will create something new
Something better and brighter,
And to you becoming you.


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