by Jane Tawel
Gasping at Glimmers
By Jane Tawel
March 24, 2021
The world breathes, in and out
in and out; and good things come to rest.
When any little thing expires,
another respires in its place.
We settle for moving forward, and not the best
found in realities outside the bounds
of acceptable behavior.
The world is pale with shadows,
and Sudden! Awesome Moment Is —
overcome by the ennui of bully time.
I am left gasping at glimmers.
Oh, to see The Face,
of Whom my meaning mirrors!
There is a holiness in all;
With backs turned
to mankind’s wall,
All faces turn towards God.**
I am poor intentioned,
but meager scattered salt;
surviving the winter roads
and adding value by grace alone —
perhaps others may slip less than I.
Summer is more treacherous
than any icy wind-torn day.
We lie face-down,
and burn our backs once, twice.
The sun blinds to Sun’s Truth
and gorging on purloined picnics
and lulled by warmth, or bit by rabid heat,
we stop extending a hand
to lift another to glory.
Our minds and hearts
bury our souls,
in the sands of time;
or build castles without royalty,
soon swept out on the waves of insignificance.
There is a holiness that hovers,
just beyond my holy fingertip.
The subjects of the Ineffable,
like mockingbirds, soar, swoop and dive.
Fleeting, hidden, but not foolish —
Imago Dei in All of Life!
Our minds may mock
and fear tick-tock,
and yet… and yet… and yet…
There is a trued Eternity,
just beyond us glistening…
And for each soul that’s carefully listening,
the sound of sanctity will rise,
Creation will unlock blind eyes;
And All Things Good and Beautiful,
of heart and endless soul,
will reach behind the veil,
will see beyond the pale,
and holiness will be our home.
© Jane Tawel 2021
** The idea of holiness explored in this poem I owe to my reading of Man is Not Alone by Abraham Joshua Heschel