Sunday, September 09, 2012
Under the Sea
I was reared to believe that God or Goodness is everywhere, but mostly, above
, like, in the sky.
I've never thought of God under the sea.
I love authors, poets and experiences that nudge me to look at what I "know" differently.
This morning no sound but the loud
breathing of the sea. Suppose that under
all that salt water lived the god
that humans have spent ten thousand years
trawling the heavens for.
We caught the wrong metaphor.
Real space is wet and underneath,
the church of shark and whale and cod.
The noise of those vast lungs
exhaling: the plain chanting of monkfish choirs.
Heaven's not up but down, and hell
is to evaporate in air. Salvation,
to drown and breathe
forever with the sea.
"New Religion" by Bill Holm, from The Chain Letter of the Soul: New & Selected Poems. © Milkweed Editions, 2009. Reprinted with permission.
Labels: ocean, poetry, religion, sea, Sea horse
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