Stephen is a web developer, Bahá'í, and interfaith activist in St. Paul, Minnesota. He likes to write about religion, social justice, sustainability, science, programming, &c.

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poetry, prose, and other strings of words · 1993 - 2003

Rebinding

Nubmer 132

February 23, 1998

Fathomless, the oceans draw me forward,
Saddened yet rejoicing—
The earth blood—
Surges in my ears;

Brilliance alights on my shoulders
      In the calm air of Morning,
As the raging battles sink in my consciousness,
And I find myself floating on the waves,
I find myself clad in gold triumphant,
I find what was misplaced.

     The occupying hole
now filled.

And the seas stare back—
At me—
Lonely,
But I know we are all alone,
Or so it seems…

So we turn within where
waiting the womb of life
Is all we see—outside.

Membranes quiver with it;
Leaves bristle in the Twilight;
     Cells scream with the completeness
As a bird’s wing beats the storms away.

Yet understanding is not given to us,
Though we should grasp
The whole universe
In our hands;

‘Tis not our purpose…
It is our understanding, it
     Is the pinnacle to which we climb;