Monday, August 10, 2015

Empty Fullness

Sliver of moon, like a bowl
appears empty, full of darkness.
I know, but cannot see
its wholeness
its roundness
its completeness.
Earth’s enormous shadow
obscures the truth.
No empty bowl, but whole,
filled with God, hidden,
icon for my empty soul—
wholeness I cannot see
but real. Presence not felt
but known.

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