I want to cross the bridge
that only penitent men pass.
In me, I see weakness,
but there is a strength
that does not come from
my own breathing.
My bones will reach toward their brittle end,
but in that time
I will learn to bear
the heavy weight of God.
(March 15, 2009)
[The Book of Hours project.]
that only penitent men pass.
In me, I see weakness,
but there is a strength
that does not come from
my own breathing.
My bones will reach toward their brittle end,
but in that time
I will learn to bear
the heavy weight of God.
(March 15, 2009)
[The Book of Hours project.]
posted by Matt at 8:25 AM
2 Comments:
Man, this poem is fantastic. I love the dark imagery of the brittle bones supporting our temporary physical existence, and in the end not being sufficient to bear the weight of God. Amazing! Oh, and of course I love the Indiana Jones reference;)
thanks my friend - this was one of my favorites out of this batch that crept up during the Fast. and it's funny that that Indiana Jones reference was the genesis of the entire piece. good eye, amigo. :)
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