I Have Some Questions

inspired by Rilke

I Have Some Questions

Rilke: You are the deep innerness of all things.

I remember John One:
“In Him all things were created,
and without Him was nothing.”

So when my words mumble up
sometimes as quickly as my fingers can type them,
and I marvel at what I am thinking,
is my pride in my work a sin?

Or is that the good kind of pride
that fuels the artist’s vision
and the poet’s rhythms
while the dresser of sycamores
finishes his work, content,
and a boy sweeps up the leavings,
the greens, the twigs, the blossoms
and a piece of a web
the spider left behind?

Whence comes all this
and whither will it go?
(And I stop for a second
to giggle!)

And so, if you
are my innerness,
when did I get corrupted
and you let it be?
and why?
What was the point
you were trying to make?

That all things, 
great and small
and glorious,
or reviled,
bowed to the dirt
in shame,
all this 
is made of God-stuff?

Let this be true,
please, oh please,
let it be true.

BGC
04.30.26