On this bed
I trade my life
For unrescripted visions
Of a feast of your rain that will flood my soul
And flush my shadowed body
With your power:
Hold me now.
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About Me
- Anthony Zuba
- New York, New York, United States
- I was born Sept. 27, 1977, in Flushing, NY, and raised in North Babylon, NY. From the suburbs of Long Island I moved to the hills and gorges of Ithaca, NY, studying at Cornell University. There, my spirit was awakened, and everything changed. The Spirit that stirred my spirit brought me to Baltimore and then to Boston. I studied at Boston University School of Theology and learned better how I wanted to live. Today, I am a Capuchin Franciscan friar in perpetual vows. Yesterday, I was a community organizer in Boston, an editor in New York, and a teacher in Baltimore. Tomorrow, God only knows. Many things interest me, though nothing in particular. I have an abiding interest in living simply and living well. Life that is authentic interests me.
3 comments:
This unmasks a serious conflict. The bulk of the poem alludes to God, yet the final line abruptly seeks human physical contact. A struggle, face you do.
One can talk of being "held" by God without subscribing to an anthropomorphic idea of God.
This poem could be read two ways. It's an address to God, but it could also be an address to another human being. Yearning to touch God, yearning to touch another human being ... these things are not mutually exclusive, and to want both at the same time poses no philosophical problem for me as a Christian. The struggle, perhaps, is in the way one strives for divine/human contact.
Oh, you are right. Now I see the sexual imagery hidden behind the words. I did not see that initially.
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