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Sonnets
Poet Lariat
GOD’S DARKNESS
You turn to God like an ascending lark
Another soupçon of His love to taste.
But no: instead, a deep, oppressive, dark
at the very spot your needs were placed,
your approach, not happiness but dread.
In despair
you writhe upon your bed.
You say, “God is not there!”
Dark surrounds the heavenly throne,
an abyss, so infinitely deep;
the creature cannot the Creator, own,
the gap too great, no soul can leap.
Darkness broods when we would God possess,
but’s scattered by the nearness of God’s, “Yes”.
Poems from the Eighth Decade
Copyright © Harold Macdonald 2004
used with permission