from 'Wonderful and Wise'
The picture shows
a gathering of people.
Its fourteen feet and bulbous head
the focus of their circle.
With them standing there
I wonder at all we do not know
of the deep below—its usual realm—
a perpetual blue-black midnight
the only stars its fellow creatures
that pulse with chemical light—
and of the deep above it mirrors—
celestial bodies and expanding limits
always further than our sight
and called, mistakenly, a void.
With them standing there
my hope is nurtured by life
that bubbles and explodes and reproduces
unfathomable and infinite—
ever beyond our clumsy reach
our ability to catalog or count
ever beyond our uses.
An excellent amplification of thought from the discrete to the contemplatively abstract. I especially enjoy the thought of the surface world to the creatures of the deep as analogous to the heavens for us. Intriguing and profoundly delightful.
Thanks, Neal. Glad you discovered this one. This poem—and the picture and thought that came as a result—was another instance where in me sounded something like, How great Thou art! Be blessed! -Glen
I love this one, Glen! I have the same feeling. I remember when they discovered a giant squid (?) for the first time and someone said, How could something so big go undiscovered for so long? !
thank you for the enthusiastic affirmation, laurie. yay for the Creator! -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My hope is nurtured by life, too!