‘The Hungry Soul in Pursuit of the Full Soul’
On Proverbs 8
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My saints won’t be named by a church.
Their sainthood won’t stand as statues. Listen.
calm as cooking directions
If any thing’s resurrectible, it’s memory:
song-haloed, so full of lightness
nothing could stop their flight;
not a Thomas who peers into pupils’ darkness,
not a ravenous soul left grounded.
We are born, yin-yanged, of lightning
with saints and putti the lightest of all.
But love-rumpled faces, quick limbs, and pierced hearts
are unstable, done only in clay.
If Wisdom, God’s darling, still lifts voice to play
on this earth, and if (how could it be?)
she delights in mankind, may hunger hollow
this body to nothing but ear—which, night or day,
Muriel Nelson, author of Part Song and Most Wanted, lives near Seattle.