Abyss

Was there a moment, O omnipotent,
when you decided you would forfeit all,
or was it always present, this intent,
O changeless and eternal one, to fall?

I am your image but am not yourself:
When powerless I plunge, it's by surprise.
See, I'm your image, so—I must confess—
I thought that I, like you, would only rise

but down I go. I heard my teachers say
that things like this are gifts to offer up,
but now I think they're wrong about the way:
These gifts drip down into the waiting cup,

and it is bitter, bitter, as you know
who took and blessed and drank it to the dregs.
And so I ask again, when did you go
from wanting life to crossing death's doorstep?

These creatures that you made don't have a choice:
We just sink down, relentlessly depressed
into the pit where no one lifts their voice—
and is it there we nestle on your breast?

We find you, Lord, beneath the deep abyss,
borne down beyond the depths that we can bear,
as if you'd settled down to wait for us.
O, can it be that you were always there?

Autrice: Francesca KIX D’Errico Sito dell’autrice: scubakix.blogspot.com Fonte: lunedì 20 novembre 2006 (file) Note: it:Cristo degli abissi The original uploader was Yoruno at Italian Wikipedia. – Transferred from it.wikipedia to Commons. – original source scubakix.blogspot.com, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=2739259

A River Flows

On that day there will no longer be cold or frost. There will be one continuous day—it is known to the LORD—not day and night, for in the evening there will be light. On that day, fresh water will flow from Jerusalem,e half to the eastern sea, and half to the western sea. This will be so in summer and in winter. The LORD will be king over the whole earth;f on that day the LORD will be the only one, and the LORD’s name the only one.

Zechariah 14:6-9
A river flows both east and west,
down from the city to the seas,
a pulse that echoes through the flesh
and fills the farflung hands and feet.

There is no margin, only veins
that bind us surely to the heart,
and every capillary strays
to tie the knots we cannot part.

Then come: Wheree'er your path may wind
the living water makes its way,
and where you look there you will find
o;er your abyss the Spirit plays.

Then go: The very ends of th'earth
are not the end; the stream flows on,
and if you circled all the world
you would not end where you began.

And if you sink into the pit,
yet water always wanders down.
Though you may plumb the depths of it,
you will not in the darkness drown.

The stream will flood our very graves
and break their binding chains apart.
So you will rise upon the waves
someday, and flow back to the heart.
River delta By NASA – http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:STS61C-42-72.jpg, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=11527788