Southern Cross: A Poet Breaking Silence

(after Francis Thompson)

Imagine a night sky in the Barrens
      without the North Star.

Imagine that Zeus had never thrown
      Callisto into the sky,
that there was no need to protect her
      or her sons from Hera.

Picture the proverbial glass half-empty
      and what that represents.
Picture it again, and now half-full;
      what does that change?

The Universe has no use for your glass,
      which it did not create—
a construct of your unconscious desire
      to mete the gift of life,
to protect yourself from disappointment
      or daunting threats of hope.
There is ever only eternal water,
      emptied and already fulfilled.

Imagine, then, an imposing night sky
      without a polar star,
and imagine yourself in the Weddell Sea
      adrift and questing home.

You shall not fail to conceive a guide
      for your insatiable search
and latent knowledge, be it Ursa or Crux:
      the Spirit always provides.

      Yea, in this silent interspace
            God sets his poems in thy face.

About Greg Wright

I have worn many hats as a writer and editor over the years. Unlike my scholarly and journalistic work from the "old days" at Hollywood Jesus, Past the Popcorn, or SeaTac Blog, the writing here is of a more overtly personal and spiritual nature. I hope it provokes you as much as it provokes me.
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