8

Some of my favourite poetry is that which wrestles, dances with the rich imagery at work in the Bible. It doesn’t preach. It simply tells a story. It helps us picture what the original authors might have been aiming for. This is a poem written as part of a homework assignment for a theology course I’m taking.

It plays around a bit with Psalm 8. Let’s dance. It’s always God’s idea.

8

God, you have scattered your way

among stars, heaped about in the easy

wonders of your winking eye.

Our small and stuttered stance, hands

perched on brows, we squint against

the brilliance and tuck our ignorance

inside curiosity, piqu’d at your

grand and noble gesture.

We shine bright inside your shadow.

From there, at your behest, we are noblesse oblige.

It is in the suppler clay of faces you

do your best work –

the weary eyes of fawning mothers,

the stretching yawns of nipple-fed wains,

tossed high by fathers and friends,

and high school herds, stalwart tribes

trumpeting tales of borrowed conquest.

Foe, fallow-field, and fission –

all made from the same stuff.

What careless shrug dares dismiss so noble a kiss?

Who would think it wise to cork this wine

so ably poured from heaven’s fire?

God, you have scattered

my way among stars.

February 14, 2021 ©Robert A. Rife

3 thoughts on “8

  1. krazykiwi

    “It is in the suppler clay of faces you

    do your best work –

    the weary eyes of fawning mothers,

    the stretching yawns of nipple-fed wains,

    tossed high by fathers and friends,

    and high school herds, stalwart tribes

    trumpeting tales of borrowed conquest.

    Foe, fallow-field, and fission –

    all made from the same stuff.

    What careless shrug dares dismiss so noble a kiss?”

    DARE I SAY, SIR ROBERT,

    WOULD NOT YOUR INTREPID PEN SCRIPT THE STUFF OF HUMANKIND’s BEGINNINGS AND YOUR SCARCE WORDS TRACE THE LONGINGS OF THE HUMAN HEART?

    WITH THE WEARY EYES OF MOTHERS, THE STRETCHING YAWNS OF NIPPLE-FED WAINS REMINDED ME OF LANG LEAV’s POEM “STARDUST” FROM HER “POETIC COLLECTION “MEMORIES”:

    “If you came to me with a face I have not seen, with a name I have never heard, I would still know you. Even if centuries separated us, I would still feel you. Somewhere between the sand and the stardust, through every collapse and creation, there is a pulse that echoes of you and I.

    When we leave this world, we give up all our possessions and our memories. Love is the only thing we take with us. It is all we carry from one life to the next.”

    YOUR FAITHFUL BRO’, ALAN

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