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Endpoem, By Colin Oliver

Given to God.
      the worn sandals of thought
      left at a distant threshold.
one's care is for Him alone
that His care may be for all

Before Him, in His Mystery,
the unclenching
of the fists of knowing --
      the unhanding of all things to Him,
      being in oneself nothing
      and no-one,
      the fool with open palms --
before Him, that one
might happily contain Him.

Being empty and light,
one is God, His all and His Love,
held within the light --
      and one sinks as the light
      to God, through God and,
      for His sake, beyond God.

One is
a pebble turned between God's fingers,
to be tossed
into the pool of His everlasting clearness
      that His hand might be free.


From: Stepping into Brilliant Air, by Colin Oliiver
From: Poetry Chaikhana website.

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amaebi
Mar. 7th, 2014 01:25 pm (UTC)
I specially like "the unclenching
of the fists of knowing --"

Thanks, Bobby.
bobby1933
Mar. 7th, 2014 03:54 pm (UTC)
My favorite line also.
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