scattered incoherent light, a soft white innocent bird descends
peace comes in and
unfolds its wing like
a little bird, waiting in
trust that not a feather will
fall without purpose, e’ry quill
a lil’ design, filled with scattered
incoherent light, appearing when
our eyes glance sideways to catch the
inbetween, a veil they say
that separates but in reality it’s all
made from the same holy Material, threads
designed in light woven through fabric
of eyes, unveils what we cannot say,
and speaks what we cannot think:
oh those things I always wanted to
be to You, i couldn’t, though You made me, i
could never find the words, (hidden here in verse),
a quiet verb, a pretense spoken like
whispered expressions, and given away only
when one’s wholly given in, and i confess this is
meaninglessness, it all seems a sham, and
it’s all You want from me, the
me undone, my thoughts saying,
"i am not the I am i sought to be,
i’m all You mean for me to be (finished) into
nothing before You, only the incoherence i am and
thank you for an open path" to
bring my incoherence like a lamb
to the light (by which i see), the
light is a fount of that light You are
(meant to be) in me, the light
You are i cannot stand, a mirror fire, a
waste basket, in oil, enraged,
in flight, an ascending cloud, thrilled, my
effervescence, my loom, my
wound, in me, like a bird (for now)
and i bow in this scattering, for the
miracle of being found out, for the miracle within
a miracle in me, and i can’t
stand being seen so real
so like me and so unlike myself, i
rend the heavens with this friendship,
i agree, and i see Jesus, i agree and it’s
just a moment’s notice, a wink, a descent, a
breathe that unlocks a kiss, “finished,” this?
finished? i peel open. i sit. enwraped in
Another's garments. wing robed.
sweet, i kneel. pleased. undo me.
You know me. You made this.
You own this. this is your mess. unlocked,
open, now innocent.
come.
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