Friday, December 11, 2015

Recognition


'Who am I?' is a question I cannot answer
(after Augustine).

What is Man, then?


What is living? The broad hall found
between narrow walls.
What is acknowledging? Finding the one root
under the branches’ tangle.
What is believing? Watching at home
till the time arrives for welcome.
What is forgiving? Pushing your way through thorns
to stand alongside your old enemy.
What is singing? The ancient gifted breath
drawn in creating.
What is labour but making songs
from the wood and the wheat?
What is it to govern kingdoms? A skill
still crawling on all fours.
And arming kingdoms? A knife placed
in a baby’s fist.
What is it to be a people? A gift
lodged in the heart’s deep folds.
What is love of country? Keeping house
among a cloud of witnesses.
What is the world to the wealthy and strong? A wheel,
turning and turning.
What is the world to earth's little ones? A cradle,
rocking and rocking.

-Waldo Williams.




Denise, on a brilliantly clear Saturday morning, the chill in my bone, the earth frozen under foot..and yet still I cling to the thought of home..
We seek a witness to our being. 

~


'What comes first in the universe is connectedness-recognition. In that sense, the enterprise of poetry is taking us to the level of primordial language, primitive language; ultimately, the word of God-the speech which underlies our humanity, indeed our very being."


--Rowan Williams.


'To recognize the connections we do not make: which can mean: that we have not made, that we we will not make.





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