THE CARRYING – A Poem
A poem (using a cascading litany form), based on my recent post, “The Carrying”: He carries. Not merely sustains, as though the universe were a clock and He its distant keeper. Not merely upholds, as though existence balanced itself upon borrowed momentum. He carries. The atom and the archangel, the whale-road and the wandering star, the dust mote adrift in a shaft of morning light, the fire of a thousand suns. Every electron circling its hidden center. Every photon crossing impossible distances. Every breath drawn by every creature from Eden until now. He carries. The dice tumble across the table, striking wood, bouncing, turning, their final resting place already beneath His hand. The clouds gather over thirsty fields. Rain falls upon furrow and forest. The earth drinks because He visits it. What we call weather, Scripture calls God. He carries. Two sparrows flutter in a market cage, worth scarcely more than a laborer's hour. One falls. Not beyond His notice. Not outside His decr...