December 14, 2012

They are not our children
If they were
The danger being drawn into the tehom
That Deep
Preceding the sound of those moms and dads crying.

We are hanging on to the edge of Equanimity with our fingertips
A half a country away.

If they were our children
We would be drowning in that Deep
That silence
That Unformed and Empty Voicelessness before Tears;

Empty and unreplenished.

After the deep
And the spirit of G*d hovering
How long in that And.

jsg, usa

Gen. 1:2 And the earth was without form, and void;
and darkness was upon the face of the deep*/tehom;
And the spirit of G*d hovered over the face of the waters.