Who is this God,
This Numen who creates Himself
In one giant puff,
(And that light touch if so you will),
Then far withdrawn
Backs off,
Uncertain who created whom,
And silent lurks behind a bleak conceit
Of doubt?
Well may He doubt,
As from His pale miasmic haze
Of nothingness
Crawl dogs of time and space and dust,
Crawl life and death,
Crawls lust.
Crawls lust for life, for power, for truth,
Breeds hopeful half-eyed men to snatch the veil
From what?
Point here, point there …
So certain-sure the half-eyed men.
Point Bethlehem.
Point Indus, Mecca, Rome, the Sun.
Is this then all?
Just One
Whose power outdwarfs the quasar burst
But silent lurks behind a bleak conceit
Of doubt?
Perhaps, perhaps.
Now waves, now things, now here, now there.
Now emptiness –
Now monster singularity,
The crawling dogs,
The sky ….
Is this the face of God?
And We,
Who half-eyed hide behind our mirror veil
Of doubt?
RAE, 12 Feb 1999
Who is this God,
This Numen who creates Himself
In one giant puff,
(And that light touch if so you will),
Then far withdrawn
Backs off,
Uncertain who created whom,
And silent lurks behind a bleak conceit
Of doubt?
Well may He doubt,
As from His pale miasmic haze
Of nothingness
Crawl dogs of time and space and dust,
Crawl life and death,
Crawls lust.
Crawls lust for life, for power, for truth,
Breeds hopeful half-eyed men to snatch the veil
From what?
Point here, point there …
So certain-sure the half-eyed men.
Point Bethlehem.
Point Indus, Mecca, Rome, the Sun.
Is this then all?
Just One
Whose power outdwarfs the quasar burst
But silent lurks behind a bleak conceit
Of doubt?
Perhaps, perhaps.
Now waves, now things, now here, now there.
Now emptiness –
Now monster singularity,
The crawling dogs,
The sky ….
Is this the face of God?
And We,
Who half-eyed hide behind our mirror veil
Of doubt?
RAE, 12 Feb 1999