To Pillar The Deep
Don Hynes
Before the altar of morning,
with the rise of spring
and grey cloud rain,
one body rests in silence,
steady and full as the sea.
The long arc of history
compressed to a tremor
passes through bedrock,
yearning for stability.
Who will pillar the deep,
give their strength
to the stillness?
Quiet as a leaf,
weightless as a bird,
heart and mind hold
for the earth to live on.
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This poem is massive in density and weight and meaning, and at the same time it has wings, it is light and joyful and promising. It is pregnant with tomb and womb and resurrection essences.
"The long arc of history
compressed to a tremor
passes through bedrock"
And then
"Who will pillar the deep
give their strength
to the stillness"
Something mighty is passing through the whole body as the altar of the heart rests in silence, waiting through the long arc. Something is brought to verticality in that same place where the horizontal body rests in a tomb, a womb, through the long arc of history.
Quiet as a leaf (has some association with the tremor)
weightless as a bird (suggests the forces which draw substance into pillared verticality)
for the earth to live on (resurrection, ascension, rebirth into the open air before the altar of morning)
So very much is being said; so many vibratory levels evoked, layer interpenetrating layer. Thank you Don. db
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