#126 notes towards a book of miracles

7.5.20

126

notes towards

a/the book of miracles

for

time of the mind

and/or

godsbother

always begin with the miracles

so many and sometimes hard to see

the first of these is stillness

some call it instant, moment

the infinite stood out of time

you can’t get there wishing

here’s how we might make it

think of everything stopped

not gone

not going off

no, not like that

but you are mobile, everywhere

as have imagined God

neither all but anywhere sentient

and truth, the peppered lie

all Santa Claus and bunny

a chimney for our times

this church and souls go up

next is breath

which is a garden

no firstness must have been before

begin just anywhere with

HERE WE ARE

and lightbulb come to you

I found the first one in a mirror

a miracle is how you see

that you do

often one wonders at

leaf fall and follow there

found first perhaps in cot

and when there were no words

but lie there

moted in dust

transfix such worlds

under the skin

so many more miracles go on

life – the accident of time

and memory!

was it first of miracles

the barked knee healing

hunger fed

?

pity and pain

the tender look

and so is our conversation

the whole world in my hand

whom shall I call?

loaf and fish fried

miracles!

as with the ache subsides

and having been before

or rain and cease and come again

every tree is pointing

heard the wings over

and every for instance

I was found among the words

through them together there

in a tome and with them

on screen so soon colours flesh

now we can go anywhere

that light is cast

that day comes round

a hic et nunc-ery I know it

now we do

and now we don’t

words dirty the mind

have here horizon

a little of who

and be my bride

please sit on this

sway

that’s the way

miracle fish swim

for more of this

and so

HERE WE ARE

and here we are again

some say fire

but the first made miracle

was music

come by beak

see all skies fall

all kingdoms come

a pure thought

call it friendship

else or hope

salt and pepper

spicy sauce

late in life

fell into scribble

in paint which could be anywhere

the miracle of me

fell out of the book

like the letter lost

never wanting words

with limelight and swansong

yet bright it

it’s only the body that ages

it’s only the body we are