Wednesday, October 19, 2005

You Are

You Are
by John W. Leys

You are the song
On the lips
Of the broken heart,
And the light
At the end of the funeral.

You are where the wind is
When it doesn’t blow,
And where snowmen go
In summertime.

You are the thunder
And the fire.
You are the bush that burns
But is not consumed.

You are the structure
That keeps the universe
In order,
And the chaos
That keeps it interesting
And alive.

You are the sound
That the deaf man hears,
The light that the blind see,
And the words of the mute.

You are the dew
On the rose petal
And the boulder
On the moon.

You are everything
That is real,
Everything that is good;
Everything that is not.

You are our divine Lord
You are One.
You are.


olympiada said...

Beautiful poem Eli, that is the first poem of yours I have read, and it really resonates! Did you know I belong to a writing blog that you can join to? I ought to post my own poetry...unfortunately the most recent outpouring was caught up in my ill placed devotion to a man not God.

The background image on this page is a Hebrew translation of the verse from Bob Dylan's song  It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding), from which the title of this blog is taken. Translation courtesy of Yoram Aharon of Hod-HaSharon's page--found via YudelLine-- which has many Dylan lyrics in Hebrew.