The old man’s shell cracks
thick as a tombstone,
hard as walnut,
hungry for the green wave.
With tears of desire
his white arms reach,
uncoiling, irresistible,
speaking in tongues,
searching for God.
On September 17, 2014
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…i feel the ache
….and he realizes he and God are one.
I am reminded of the old man (astronaut) at the end of the Kubrick film “2001 A Space Odyssey.” Don’s poem brings back that haunting sequence.
You capture what Joseph Campbell pointed to as the way out of the Wasteland: “You must find the source that makes things green.” And, for me that divinity resides within nature.
poignant indeed; thank you, Don
Thank you Elder.
Don, poignant indeed. You can feel his angst and deep longing……
This raw truth squeezes my heart, speaks of so many. Three suicide interventions this past week. It doesn’t have to be this hard…
Thank you, Don. For those for whom the search is over–having simply let go of their notions of “God”–they are blessed indeed.