The Whirlwind Review
Issue 1


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Phillip K. Arrington

A Poetics for God

Help me say this.
I cannot do it without you,
curious clay,
a breath of thought.

This is the first lesson.
It shakes a lion's head.
It cannot be tamed or caged.

Take this much
as wonder
of any life left to speak,
to say these mountains
will not move or glow
unless we say they shall.

Without your poems
I could not pray.
Without your poems
I could not deny the prayers.

I take you by the hand,
pull your mouth
close to my blazed face.

I want you to pronounce
the name you have not heard.
to hear all it does not say.

I say
the holiest word
will never be said,
has never been said.

I will say it here.

When you understand it,
you will know
how little it means,
how much it matters.

I will say it here.
I will.

I am.






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