God’s word; mind over matter
mind over matter
A few days after our daughter’s
death my wife was given a rhinoceros
head to dissect. She came home weeping
Was such an assignment fair? The cheap
scalpel sliced her as it skidded off the thick
hide. The tiny eyes, known for blindness,
saw right through her. Quit, I pleaded.
Let distance deal with the dead.
The horn, though hard, is only hair.
But she kept at it, going as far as care
could take her, growing thinner, raw
fingers softening into mittens of gauze.
to church bells
and silence that echoes
like harder metal within the tongue.
as children will
to the toothless mouths of shells
and as adults do
to the gape of skulls.
We listen and listen
like bombing survivors
for the saving All Clear.
But God’s word is hard to hear.
God’s a stutterer.
He wants to speak.
He has a great deal to say.
It is not His fault
He was born with this affliction
or that He was assigned
by the Demiurge
to a world that insists
So he tries,
Uh uh uh,
but the Word
that is Flesh
gums His teeth,
glues His lips,
roots in His
it falls to us
who were given
mouths for breath
to speak for the One
what it was