Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Defintions, a poem


Existence is in definitions.
Tell me who I am, what I am,
or I am nothing. Name me.
Know me. The sun has a name

as does the moon. It is the start
of understanding them. Ten-thousand
names later we shall know more.
Name me ten-thousand times and I

begin to know who I am. Define
wings and I shall fly, lest I
fall toward the void, nameless.
Nameless and without meaning,

I am the priest, elevating
my own body at mass.
Define my presence, my substance,
in your soaring sacrifice.

Mystery is in definitions.
I carry ten-thousand names
in my heart, and each
is me. Understand and be.

Stephen Brooke ©2016

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