Branch And Gray Morning Air Poem by Glen Kappy

Branch And Gray Morning Air

Rating: 5.0


from 'While Passing Through'/Winter

Knuckles knock the one.
Fingers pass through the other.
Is either more real?

Thursday, December 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: reality,spirit,tree,trees,winter,air,real
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Smoky Hoss 21 November 2018

The one unseen can bend, or even break the one seen. Existential metaphor.

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Glen Kappy 22 November 2018

hey, smoky! it's fascinating to me what we're told about the nature of the real, that most of what we perceive as solid is space. and God, who is spirit and invisible, created everything. this suggests that we empiricists and pragmatists, sane as we think ourselves, are deluded—constantly—about the nature of the real. it's a head scratcher. thanks for commenting. -glen

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Susan Williams 10 February 2017

Very good question. My guess is that it depends on which side of eternity you're standing on. [physically or spiritually] I am growing very very fond of your writings. . :) .

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Glen Kappy 10 February 2017

cool! thank you, susan... you'll find a number of my poems have john 3 as subtext. we can't see the wind, we can't see air, but we can see their effects. likewise we see the spirit's effects in our own hearts, in the world. and we know who is the source of all love. -glen

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Laurie Van Der Hart 03 January 2017

Put the Gray morning air under water and see how real it is! We keep our eyes on the things unseen. For the things seen are temporary, but the things unseen are everlasting.

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Glen Kappy 03 January 2017

strange, yes? , since we recognize it, that others can see no evidence of God around them. thinking of such things my mind often goes back to jesus' conversation with nicodemus. -glen

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