“Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee”
When I peer into
The chasmic void
I behold
A velveteen God:
Plush, absorbent,
Bouncing-lightless
But drawing me
Into folds of mystery,
As if I’d entered
A fabric store laden
With Lycra, linen –
Towering bolts of cloth –
And emerged swathed
In garments gleaming
Without reflection –
For the mirrors
Shattered when
I looked on you:
Vast; ponderous;
Silent, yet containing
Music; still, yet dancing;
Beyond definition.
I stay with You only
When I accept
I can never know you.
– Rita Glennon
First published in the April 2024 issue of Eremos magazine.
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