adventures in dysthymia

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

ROPE

God is the elephant and we
the blind men, understanding
in part but never comprehending
the whole. What part do I hold?

It doesn't matter. It is still
a part of God, even if it feels
like a piece of rope.

Stephen Brooke ©2010

My original thought was to have at least another line or two going on about how a rope can lift one, hold one, etc. Then I realized that the word rope has all those connotations anyway so there's no need to say anything else -- less is more, as usually is true in poetry.

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