Tuesday, January 21, 2014

The Progression

I have been thinking about progress
lately: how inevitable,
in you, that each good thing,
today the shadow of a seed,
becomes a blooming thing.
What happens then—
when angels put down flaming swords
and open doors for us, and when
a river flows between our feet
as deep as oceanic peace,
when wonder is our daily bread
and home is heavenly, what then?
I have been thinking
lately. How sharp each moment
of waiting still is; how long
the night; how dry this ground;
how good your whisper in the wilderness.