He was an odd figure, scarecrow like,
if viewed from a traveler’s distance.
Dainty wildflowers a field, his place of holy reverence.
His arms wide spread as if hung from timbers
awaiting joyful flight. Each wrist wrapped
in common twine. On the right from every string,
a sparrow taught against the knots aloft
in heaven’s marrow. In the left a cage swung freely
door opened balanced in precision where his soul remained
perched ever waiting an absolute decision. With one great breath,
his rough capped head deep bowed in piety, he bent his knees
to lift himself. But it was earth and not the sky
where rest was firmly planted. In their hearts his rapture
grew no longer from a distance.
This is the second poem in my project. I am studying the Gospel of Thomas. In response to my learning, my intention is to write a poem for each Logion.
(2) Jesus said, “Let him who seeks continue seeking until he finds. When he finds, he will become troubled. When he becomes troubled, he will be astonished, and he will rule over the All.”
Here is a link to Logion 1, the first in my series:
Logion 1 Twin