Writing the Vision
And the Lord answered me, and said, ‘Write the vision,
and make it plain upon tablets, that he may run
that readeth it.’—Habakkuk 2:2
Here in the rot & wreck—
In the besotted & messy elegance
Of my chosen art, I strive & crawl
Through broken psalms
Of lament & praise toward
What? Irrelevance? Only time will tell
If desire is equal to intelligence.
And even if it isn’t, at least I have dwelled
In the temple of the most highs.
I have seen them ascend
Like Perseus on Pegasus:
These poets with their mysteries—
Their uncanny focus & eloquence.
They help us to see beyond the charms
Of sight. And by their liturgies
They sing us home to where memory
Is infused with such reflected light
The darkness is quite undone:
Stunned, illuminated & incredulous.
(Originally published in Sacramental Life)
