On Finding The Middle of a Triangle

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“White Corellas” by Erica J. Harris

On Finding The Middle
Of A Triangle

(©Glenn Gardner 2013)

Geometrize th’incentre of a space
By secting angles and projecting lines.
The brain computes behind the furrowed face.
The pencil’s and the ruler’s plot inclines,
Yet just not of dimensions two or three.
Our senses tweak, and wreak and census seek
To scribe and plumb the depth of mystery
Of what’s out there, in here, within, oblique.
The Father, Spirit, Son, the three in one
Are wholly holy, wholly cry wee saints
From branches truncate wresting. This dry run
Will yet be watered; nourished, know restraint
In Sabbath rest that thrills yet spills unheard
And channels only living water’s word.

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One thought on “On Finding The Middle of a Triangle

  1. rockturner says:

    Apparently this poem was a favourite of C.S. Lewis.

    CHRIST IN THE UNIVERSE

    by: Alice Meynell (1847-1922)
    *********************************
    This ambiguous earth
    His dealings have been told us. These abide:
    The signal to a maid, the human birth,
    The lesson, and the young Man crucified.

    But not a star of all
    The innumerable host of stars has heard
    How He administered this terrestrial ball.
    Our race have kept their Lord’s entrusted Word.

    Of His earth-visiting feet
    None knows the secret, cherished, perilous,
    The terrible, shamefast, frightened, whispered, sweet,
    Heart-shattering secret of His way with us.

    No planet knows that this
    Our wayside planet, carrying land and wave,
    Love and life multiplied, and pain and bliss,
    Bears, as chief treasure, one forsaken grave.

    Nor, in our little day,
    May His devices with the heavens be guessed,
    His pilgrimage to thread the Milky Way
    Or His bestowals there be manifest.

    But in the eternities,
    Doubtless we shall compare together, hear
    A million alien Gospels, in what guise
    He trod the Pleiades, the Lyre, the Bear.

    O, be prepared, my soul!
    To read the inconceivable, to scan
    The myriad forms of God those stars unroll
    When, in our turn, we show to them a Man.
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    “Christ in the Universe” is reprinted from The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. Ed. Nicholson & Lee. Oxford: The Clarendon Press, 1917.

    http://www.poetry-archive.com/m/christ_in_the_universe.html

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