Poetry Magazine
Little Blessing for My Floater
After George Herbert
This tiny ruin in my eye, small
flaw in the fabric, little speck
of blood in the egg, deep chip
in the windshield, north star,
polestar, floater that doesn't
float, spot where my hand is not,
even when I'm looking at my hand,
little piton that nails every rock
I see, no matter if the picture
turns to sand, or sand to sea,
I embrace you, piece of absence
that reminds me what I will be,
all dark some day unless God
rescues me, oh speck
that might teach me yet to see.
Source: Poetry (November 2003).
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Biography
Jeanne Murray Walker's sixth book, A Deed to Light (University of Illinois), will be out in April. She is currently working on a commission for a theater in Atlanta.
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SUBJECT Faith & Doubt, Religion, God & the Divine
Poetic Terms Allusion, Metaphor
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