Poem August 3, 1987 Issue

By sight unseen

Susan Dane Gilboy

In this picture-world where thoughts are things,
my life is like a net of self-design;
fine mesh of will and wish and dreams,
drawn up empty time and time again.
How can I cast it on the other side?
From where I stand, that side looks dark to me:
beyond the speaking and the plans,
the schedules and schemes,
what would there be that I could trust?
What does it mean, "We walk by faith not sight"?

I must wait on Love, not just to see,
but wait on Life to move me through each doing.
Not my idea of how to earn a living!
And yet, for all my work what do I have
that stands against the quiet eating of the moth?

The earth must turn to draw the light from dark.
You need not fear: each night is mother of a day.
All mortal knowing is the darkness not the light.
The light shines through to show the unseen way.

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