Two beautiful poems : they are by Anne Carson- a new find for me.
H/T to Tina Beattie for these and don't forget to visit her new website here
Tina introduces the poems with these thoughts............Today, Pope Benedict XVI arrives in Britain. For those who pray, let's pray that his visit is a time of grace and wisdom, and let's be thankful for both our freedoms and our faith. But let's not take it all too seriously.
The Pope, like each and everyone of us, is a micrcosmic speck of dust in the infinite mystery of the cosmos. Like each and everyone of us, he has the curse and the blessing of being not just dust, but the stardust of consciousness.
Like us, he wakes every day to a creation pulsating with wonder and terror, with his nose pressed up against the cold hard surface of his own mortality and the abyss beyond, wherein there may be nothingness or judgement, or an infinite 'yes' to our deepest desire - whether our desire is for God, or for there to be no God.
(this simple thing)
In the beginning there were days set aside for various tasks.
On the day He was to create justice
God got involved in making a dragonfly
and lost track of time.
It was about two inches long
with turquoise dots all down its back like Lauren Bacall.
God could see the machinery humming