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The Water's Skin
© February 8, 2009, Roy Stucky

I am looking for a passageway whose doors don't close
To lock away the places where the blessing flows.
There are shadows moving slowly far beneath my toes.
The languor of their liquid dancing laughs at prose.

I see poetry in motion but don't see it clear.
The answer to the mystery's not given here.
In addition there's a music I can barely hear
Whose melody holds Beauty like one molten tear.

We skim on the water's skin -
Too light to dive within.
We skim on the water's skin -
Too light to swim.

As my friends prepare for travel I'm still looking down.
They wonder why the butterfly won't paint the town.
I suspect the golden compass that the leader found.
How strange to be the one who doesn't trust the ground.

We skim on the water's skin -
Too light to dive within.
We skim on the water's skin -
Too light to swim.

 


"Passageway" nuance is Northwest Passage that makes it possible to sail a ship north of North America and on to the Indies. Typically pack ice blocks this passage but in the current warm period it is possible to sail through at times. Many voyages end up locked in ice waiting for a thaw - sometimes for as much as two years.

"Blessing" The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge.

"Shadows" moving below me as if I stood atop the waters.

"Poetry" Now we see through a glass darkly, but then face to face.

"Mystery" Materialism's vision is depthless. Also God's vast life outside our possible sensory observation.

"Music" Life's touch defies definition.

"Beauty" The harmony which our world attains in only 'brief and indeterminant glimpses.'

"Tear" Once you taste Beauty, the mundane is never again adequate.

"Skin" We cannot reach God's Mystery. His Mystery must reach us.

"Suspect" I do not accept nihilism's 'might makes right' and 'power flows from the end of a gun' ideology.