“Once, in Israel, God appeared in the doorway, and we were sore afraid.”
Annie Dillard
Let us now set aside
our profane belief
in corpus control
and embrace sacred humility
With yeast and egg
seed and must
Let us bow our will
to that power beyond our texts:
How our mucus membranes
will repair themselves
Flesh will knit
oxygen will
hop the metro of our corpuscles
It takes dozens of muscles
tiny or bovine, from may regions
to evacuate our bowels
an expertise we possess at birth
Let us mumble our ignorance
Of bile and synapse
Why some tumors are checked
How our watery sacs constantly
adjust valves to keep us
one step shy of liquid or
sicca again sayonara
We are deluded
We are sore afraid
Let us join fingertips
with the love we can only express
by life itself
which is another word for love.
© 2009 Maggie Jochild
October 23, 2009, 8:20 pm
Cross-posted at Meta Watershed and Group News Blog as dictated to Jesse by Maggie.
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Friday, October 23, 2009
Shabbos
Thursday, February 28, 2008
YOU OUT THERE IN THE ETHER
(Lingbergh Flying Across The Atlantic, sculpture by Alexander Calder)
I have software which allows me to see where some of the folks who visit my blog are signing in from. I wonder about you all -- who is reading me in Estonia? Lambeth, England? Who are my loyal peeps in Fargo and Mount Laurel, who check in every day? I'm glad I offer you something you want to see, though I have no idea what it is. This is just to say Hi. And I notice when you connect. Feel free to say more when you're ready.
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