I wrote the following poem last July as I pondered the truth of Job 1:21. Read it aloud to hear the flow.
A bowl of borrowed brains He set
To balance on this chin--
It governs all the on loan parts
Ensheathed within this skin
Though I call mine this spine, these knees,
This gut that churns sustain-
I will retain not these nor those--
Such temporary gain!
This throat, these toes, this packed ribcage,
Are my dole at this time--
They course with health, though dusty with
Their future dredge of lime
Beholding eyes, a tasting tongue,
A nostril set and ears-
Such to the head were granted--still,
Disintegration nears
The aqueducts of blood and bile,
I neither sketched nor built,
Nor strung the knotty net of nerves
And cords that screech or lilt
Each ovum dropping from its nest
And ev'ry fill of lung,
Tick seconds off as I descend
Another ladder rung
This fleshy ecosystem is
In constant ordered flux--
Each cell's renewal ceasing is
The ev'ry mortal's crux
To balance on this chin--
It governs all the on loan parts
Ensheathed within this skin
Though I call mine this spine, these knees,
This gut that churns sustain-
I will retain not these nor those--
Such temporary gain!
This throat, these toes, this packed ribcage,
Are my dole at this time--
They course with health, though dusty with
Their future dredge of lime
Beholding eyes, a tasting tongue,
A nostril set and ears-
Such to the head were granted--still,
Disintegration nears
The aqueducts of blood and bile,
I neither sketched nor built,
Nor strung the knotty net of nerves
And cords that screech or lilt
Each ovum dropping from its nest
And ev'ry fill of lung,
Tick seconds off as I descend
Another ladder rung
This fleshy ecosystem is
In constant ordered flux--
Each cell's renewal ceasing is
The ev'ry mortal's crux
2 comments:
Amy,
I loved your poem! You are really a gifted writer! I hope we get to see more poems...
However, insomnia is great for blogging!
Blessings,
F.S.
Why, thank you very, very much. Poetry can be a lonesome art form since most people just don't "get it". I'm blessed with a very encouraging husband, though. Maybe I'll post a poem each time that sleep eludes me.
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