Meister Eckhart And The Moment Of Supreme Reality
Eckhart stares through the window
each tree distinct as one life, each universe…
and robed ones each embraced by beams of light
bearing seals of office in rows, pout and nod
in collective patter, skull-capped, cowled
in castigating looks, and hungry for lunch.
Eckhart in his defence of heresy:
Gott ist ein wort, ein engesprochen wort.
They wince, adjust the cushions, wring their hands
and fold their arms.
Saturday, January 11, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: theology